At a girls only poker night, the girls and I spent a lot of time talking (naturally). I don't remember how we got onto the subject, but the discussion of "definition" came up briefly. We moved over the topic quite quickly because I believe we started reliving how we knew our husbands were "the one" and everyone loves to tell that story (none of us really knew though).
Definition is something I think about a lot (and I don't mean how defined Ryan Reynolds is, but while we're there, YUM!). I'm not speaking specifically about how we define ourselves but how we are defined to others. How we are characteristically identified in social situations or groups. Do you know what I mean?
It's how you introduce yourself in crowds. How you know the bride at a wedding shower. Your "About" page. That little tagline you put after your name that sums you up.
I'm always defined as "The Woman Who Has Four Kids". Always. I mean, how can that not be my definition? It's a bit of a traffic stopper. That fact always gets greeted with oohs or aahs or groans. Generally the sentiment is "better you than me!" or "you must be so busy!".
After that, I can usually count on including "The woman who's husband sells stuff... just stuff. She plays soccer and runs and lives in the big house just outside town near the hydro line."
So right now, at 31, that's my tag line. My defintion.
What mixin' in my mixer today? Streusel Topped Blueberry Muffins. John is not a breakfast eater, but he always grabs on of these in the morning. Yum!