It's funny that you bring this up. Just tonight I was remembering a few backwards conversations that I had with my mom as a kid.
Today she's almost an entirely different person. I mean, too, she's exactly the same, like she's become MORE herself. Do you know what I mean? Like instead of changing or becoming someone else, or loosing herself completely, she just blossomed into this wonderful super-her. It's neat. She'll be sixty this coming year, and she's the kind of woman who won't stop growing as long as she's alive. She's always becoming richer in spirit.
But, ideologically, she's a vastly different person. When she went back to school, her world blew open and she found this new awareness of inequality and oppression. Suddenly, she went from being (unknowingly) somewhat ignorant (her words), to being this champion of equality. I'm so proud of her. Every day she becomes a stronger and more compassionate. She does profound work in this world.
Me myself? I guess I'm still somewhat of a baby. I mean, 20 years ago I was in my single digit years. So yah (chuckle) I've changed quite a lot. Still same old Ephie too. My teenage years and the first few years of my twenties got pretty hairy. Pretty dark. (understatement of the year)
It's actually tough to think about, remembering who I was, how it was to be me, where I was at. My ideologies have shifted and expanded, but in fact, it's my actual person (not my identifiers) that have really undergone a sort of metamorphosis. Before my daughter came into this world, I just didn't have a sense of who I was or what I was. I was very lost and very fractured. I've changed a lot. Especially in the past 5 years.