I’m Kira. I’m daughter/sister/aunt/friend/mother/granddaughter/boss/employee and in 2013 I added divorced to the list of labels a person could attach to my name. In 2014 I tacked on girlfriend.
Labels bother me. I want to be known as an individual, not as just one thing or the other at any given time. I had a hard time adjusting to my name changing to Mom when my oldest was born because I felt like, for a while, it wiped out all other pieces of my character. Motherhood is my most valuable role but it’s not the only play I’m in. This blog will be a way for me to write about everything that makes up my life, not just the laundry, cooking and parenting. You know, important stuff like coloring my hair or how I have no idea what to do when I grow up. Rough life, I know.
I’m charitable and dryly sarcastic, excitable and kind, tolerant except when it comes to basic grammar and spelling errors and bad drivers and tardiness. Creative, attention-challenged, observant, self-conscious, direct, curious, always in motion (either my feet or my brain). In a relationship, though calling him my boyfriend still makes me giggle like a fifteen year old.
A friend comforted me when I was in the throes of the nasty legal proceedings, saying, “It might be hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but at least now there is a light.” My marriage is over, but its end meant a new beginning for me and my children. I don’t know where I’ll be in a year but that thought makes me giddy. Can’t wait to see where that light shines.