I was at a party when a friend introduced me to someone. To get to know me, my acquaintance predictably asked, “So, what do you do?” I groaned.
For years I was a stay-at-home mom. I had four boys in the span of six years. As thankful as I am for the privilege of investing my full energy into my boys during those formative years, I cringed every time I had to answer that question.
I worked hard all day for a worthy cause, but somehow my simple “I’m a stay-at-home mom” answer felt underwhelming. I struggled to form my identity apart from being a mom. Thinking of myself as “just a mom” reduced my identity to a caregiver. Conversely, believing that caring for children was my highest calling exalted motherhood as the source of my worth.
But my identity is not limited to motherhood. What we do all day does not define who we are. This struggle isn’t unique to moms or even to women—we all need to be reminded of where our true identity can be found. And it starts with a who, not a what.