A Case of Misplaced Identity

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“Single mom” – Roughly eighteen months ago, this is the title that I chose to take on.

Although it wouldn’t have been wise, I could have chosen to not take it on. I was not physically abandoned, as some women have been. It was my choice – my choice to say “no more” and walk away. I’ve never regretted that decision, only that I was put in the situation where that decision was necessary.

From Zero to Hero
However, even though it was my choice, it was not a title that I wanted. Those first several months, I cried every day. “God, I can’t do this! This isn’t what I dreamed my life would be like. God, I don’t want to be a single mom!”  

It became an identity that I never wanted. Whenever I’d introduce myself, I’d cringe as I said, “I’m a single mom,” always fearful of what the other person must think. And that was wrong.

But, as the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, I began to accept it. Perhaps, being a single parent wasn’t so bad – it does have its perks. And, for the most part, people were kind and gracious and encouraging.

Then, one day, the identity that I’d never wanted turned into a badge of honor. “Hi, I’m a single mom, also known as the next Marvel superhero! I can do it all, without the help of a husband.” That was wrong too.

Mistaken Identity
You see, I’d once again tied my identity to my circumstance.

It’s so easy to do – student, girlfriend, daughter, fiancé, professional, friend, wife, mom, stay-at-home mom, working mom, single mom, divorcee, church member. It’s just second nature to tie who we are and our worth to what we do or the roles we fill. None of those titles are bad or harmful…until you adopt them as your identity.

And, it’s not just single moms who struggle with this. It’s the new mom who feels like a failure because of her decision to return to work. Or the young lady who needs to have a man in order to feel fulfilled and beautiful. It’s human nature. But, it’s wrong.

My identity is what would remain if everything in my life disappeared. No more school? No more student. No more relationships? No more daughter, wife, mom. No more church? No more church member. No more job? No more professional.

The Real Me
The only thing remaining – my one, true identity – would be my relationship with God. My identity in Christ. Who and what God says I am…

Adopted child of God. Chosen. Accepted. Redeemed. Overcomer. Beautiful. Loved. Worth dying for!

I still struggle with remembering who I really am, but I’m learning. It’s one thing to know it, and an entirely different thing to act in that knowledge. But I’m getting there.

I’ve accepted and am even enjoying my current role as a single mom. In the future, my roles will change. I won’t always (fingers-crossed) be a student. My professional life will evolve. I might even, someday, take on the title of wife or mom to more children.

However, the first thing that I want to be identified as is a Follower of Christ, because He isn’t worried about what others think and He truly is the ultimate superhero!