It's kind of like when someone asks me what my hobbies are. I hate that question because I never have an answer. I work and I parent a teenager and a difficult child. It doesn't leave much time for anything else.
I guess if difficult child suddenly became easy child, I would flounder for a bit wondering what to do with myself. But eventually, I would begin to recreate my identity - from the mother of a difficult child to just me.
I did this when I got divorced a decade ago. I lost my identity as a wife and, in not living for someone else in that way, I didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't suddenly have an epiphany; it was little things over time. Like, I learned that I really like the fru-fru stuff - like lotions and scents from Bath and Body Works. I learned that I really love bubble baths by candlelight with celtic music playing. Little things. But they add up.
