The Authentic Me

As a mommy, wife, friend, sister and daughter I wear many hats. Sometimes, I confuse different hats with different personalities. I am the loud mouth daughter, the witty friend (at least I hope I am), the supportive sister, loving wife {well, most of the time I am. I do have limits and sometimes that man just ain't right} and a mommy that my kiddos will one day appreciate even if I am 'mean' right now.  The point that I am making is,  that sometimes I wonder if I am truly authentic? Is my personality so fractured that I become a completely new person for each faction of my life?

I'm sure I overlap 'personalities', but am I authentic? I like to believe that being authentic doesn't melt away with each situation. I like to think that being authentic is letting those that surround me see the real me warts and all. Sometimes I am crude and raw.  I see my poor mother brace herself for what will come out of my mouth, {sorry ma}, but that can be who I am--frankly, I think that people would be surprised if I turned up somewhere and was quite.

I see other mommies {who are my friends not imagined or anything} blend their personalities so effortlessly and I wonder: Have they had more practice at hiding their crazy or is mine so momentous that it's harder to hide? I'm going with that they've had more practice blending their multiple personalities; otherwise, I have to face up with the fact that I really am nutso.

I guess the point of this blog is to let it out. I realize that I am not crazy, well anymore crazy than a 'normal' person I just allow the different roles of my life to play out loud. In some ways we all allow different parts of our personality to shine depending on what we are doing. I've never been accused of being a totally rotten human so, I guess that it in itself is a ray of sunshine on the personality front.

I will be more aware of being authentic and try to do better at blending all of my personality traits together {God help my poor mother} so that everyone that I love will get to know me, the real me and I will do the same with them.

Lesson Learned: You can be as real as you want-- until you pass gas and then it is always the dogs fault. I don't care if you don't own a dog ---I'm sure you have a neighbor that does so it all works out.