I come home late because I've been sitting in a driveway drinking coffee and smoking my occasional cigarettes until 1 am. Spilling our guts to one another in emotional haste, knowing we don't get many moments like these.
I am a childhood friend.
I stop on my way through the basement and slip in to her room and kiss her forehead.
I manage to make it up to the second floor and peek in on the boys. I adjust blankets. Shut off radios. I kiss their forehead and head back down to the main floor.
I am a mother.
I pat the dog on her head and calm her roused nerves from my late entrance. I have to speak softly to her because she is old and nuzzle her little wet nose. It makes her nervous when one of us is out so late.
I am her caretaker, and yet, in many ways she is mine as well.
I wander in a sleepy haze to the bedroom and brush the sugar off of my teeth and slowly climb in to bed.
"Did you have a good time?" he whispers as he rolls over and reaches for me.
"Yes." I answer quietly.
He pulls me close. I adjust my hair so it's not in his face. He pulls me closer yet. I listen to his soft breathing and kiss his hands that have me wrapped up tightly. My love for him knows no boundaries.
I am a lover and a wife.
I want to be kissed on the lips and the forehead.
I want to be held.
I want to be calm and to be allowed the luxury of rage.
I am impatient and yet my patience knows no boundaries.
I am a chef. I am a nurse. I am a chauffeur. I am a teacher.
I cry in the shower so no one sees or feels my stress.
I am a therapist. I am an artist. I am a student.
My day off is spent worrying about the next day of work. And the guilt I feel for wanting to do so little.
I am happy. I am sad.
I am exactly like you, and yet the most unique person you may ever meet.
I am the perfect contradiction.
I am a daughter, a sister, a mother, a lover, a wife, a niece, and a granddaughter. I am a step daughter and a step mom.
I am cut from the ribs of a man and blessed by the mother.
I am a woman.