Identity

I was writing a letter to my brother over the weekend. I wrote pages and pages about my children and all they're doing. Soccer, field trips, jogathons, girl scouts, music, school, etc. I went on and on as any proud mom would. Suddenly, I stopped and looked back over the paper. I hadn't written a thing about myself and how I'm doing. I decided to try to do that, but it was impossible. There was nothing to write. Everything I am has something to do with the kids. I don't know how to be me without them. What am I going to do when my youngest kids aren't young anymore? What happens when they're never around, and I need to be my own person without them? It's kind of scary to think about