Almost everyone reading this has, at some time in his or her lives, donned a role. It may have when acting in a class play, playing shopkeeper as a three year old or trying to pass for whatever the drinking age was, but assuming the qualities of another is part of life’s experience. Well, at least part of a childhood experience. It seems that as we age, we are more reluctant to assume another identity even for fun.
We somehow get fixed into what we consider our being. And there in lies the rub! The truth is that you can change on a dime if you want to. What you are in only limited by your imagination.
Recently I have altered my role as mother. My son turns 40 this December and my belief that I am the same mother that incubated him for over 9 months should cease to exist. True, through play and verbal transmissions I inculcated, beliefs, morals and values. But, in the end were those moments of disengagement, when, for example, I watched the back of his head drive off in a car, or when he slipped the ring on his wife’s finger, my role as what existed as mother terminated.
It is important that I reinvent the relationship or role that I play in his life. Can I be a valued, wise adult? Whatever the definition is, is less important than the fact that this role must be redefine .
Every permutation has its finale. Whatever is surely will not be. Don’t let yourself be limited by antiquated beliefs, wishes or be swamped by truths so inflated with immutable molecules that like the carbon we call self , it will die ignorant of the fact that it needed to change so that what is left behind is a valuable part for the living.














