zoomaru

My company just added my bio to their website, they hired a bonafide writer to polish the thing up. Why was I so bent out of shape when my three word headline was "drummer. mom. would be gardener"? I'll tell you why... well, i think i understand why.

While accurate in a way it has all the edge of a Family Circle magazine and while I am concerned about feeding my family and making our house attractive being summed up as "mom" just doesn't sync with my inner feelings of not-knowing-what-the-hell-I'm-doing. Or that I might have interests outside of my husband and child. That my career is less-than-important.

I came late to marriage and motherhood, compared to the rest of the world. Married at 36, mothered at 38. I've had quite a bit of time to define myself as a wise-ass and kick-ass graphic designer. I'm not just wiping up another's spittle all day, I'm an internet junkie who reads a lot and who loves microbrewed beer, especially from the local brewers. I'm also up to my ears in new music. Scouring iTunes and emusic for new up-and-comers.

I will admit a few things. First, i clearly have a stereotypical view of moms as being florence hendersons. I should admit that moms come in every flavor and shape. I should admit, that my personal life has become a lot more important to me than it was in my 20s, but I always hoped that this would happen. Back then, i was able to commit myself more fully to my job. Although i wasn't necessarily fulfilled by it, I was compensated for it.

ah well. it appears that I must come to better grips with my view of myself. My life has morphed but not my view of it. But perhaps i can also redefine those descriptors: Web Junkie, Baby Wrangler, Music Fan.