Imposter.

I'm getting older. Life is moving forward at its own pace, whether I slam violently on the brakes or watch the red light with my foot on the accelerator. I'm growing up, like it or not.

Someday, life will become very different, strangely unreal. Someday, I'll sign my name with an extra three letters at the end (DPT). Someday, I'll sign my name Jessica M. Petersen or Jessica M. Smith or Jessica M. Jawonkionkawinski. Someday, I'll sign my name "Mom".

All of this Someday stuff makes me feel like a big imposter. "Mom" is Cindy L. Stotz, not Jessica M. Jawonkionkawinski. And I've always been a Stotz; I like it. And those three extra letters carry a whole lot of responsibility and assumption of know-how.

Then again, Cindy has always been, and still is, a Thompson. And to her, "Mom" will forever be Juanita D. Thompson. And DPT will simply be a representation of the responsibility and know-how I've already achieved.


I'm moving toward Someday, like it or not.
Can't change it. And I don't think I would.