Last Wednesday, was another day of pride for me. Joanna, was participating in 3 events at a class function. She was doing the Bible Reading, was part of the choir and then the class recital event.
So for a week, with all her due participation, I had to do a little work too in helping the teacher with some badges, getting her prepared and all the dramatics to put in the perfect show. So this gave me an opportunity to know all her friends in class and dramatically they welcomed me in their group of friends with a a thumb sign, which indicated that I was officially part of their friends gang. Ahem! and I loved it.
Then on the D Day, after the school function, one of Joanna's friend took hold of my hand and dragged me to introduce her mom.
This is how, we started the conversation,
"Hi, I am Joanna's mother"
to that she responded,
"Oh Joanna! I am Lasiya's mom"
And after that we spoke for 15 mins or so about our kids, school with add on laughter and bid each other goodbye, without even asking each others name.
While driving back home, this incident took me back to my childhood, when my dad was introducing his three daughters to one of his close friend, for the first time. After the informal intro, he said, "Now people know them as Swamidas's daughters but one day I would want to be known as their father."
I remember it so well, because that's what I wanted to grow up to be. I wanted people to know me by my name. I just didn't want to die one day with my name etched on the tombstone and when people read it would remember me as someones wife, daughter sister..etc, but by what I am, what I did and what difference did I make in someone's life.
Well my urge to make my mark still exist but for a moment that day, I was so happy to loose my identity and be known by my daughters identity. Exactly the way my father wished for his kids few years ago.
Finally am happy loosing my identity, of being the "Sharon Supriya" to being just "Joanna's mother".
