They call me, mommy

Mommy is the most common yet most versatile name one can have. "Momma" as my sweet, rotten little babies call me has included, but is not limited to:
Caregiver (the one and only!)
Nurse
Teacher
Maid
Chef
Chauffer
Entertainment
Narrator
Author
Artist
Handyman
Dentist
Personal shopper
Snuggle bug extraordinaire
Ghost hunter/monster exterminator
Secret keeper
Body guard
Referee
and, oh...about a MILLION other things! I love my children more than I could have ever imagined possible. Like seriously, LOVE them, it's an obsessive problem I have, don't judge me, I'm working on it.
As I clearly do just about anything and everything for my babies I find it SO difficult to keep my identity in tact. Who am I? I am so many things for so many different reasons, I often struggle with who I am these days. Life is an ever-changing event. When I think about who I was 10 years ago I feel like I'm picturing someone else, someone who certainly doesn't exist these days!
But before I let this get overwhelming or depressing (I was pretty fun 10 years ago!) I think about who I am now...who God has made for this moment in my life. This season has called for ME, who I have become through the years of being single, being married, teaching, doing missions, straying from God's word but finding my way back, becoming a mommy, becoming a mommy of 2, accepting my pitfalls, and realizing that my life is not my own.
My life is HIS. My children are HIS. My heart is HIS. I don't need to walk through this life with an identity struggle, I need to walk through this life with the realization that my identity is in God. He created me for a reason and with purpose. Though that reason gets fuzzy at times - am I supposed to be spending my days in sweat pants, cutting up hotdogs, singing the alphabet 100 times and changing dirty diapers?! - I guess so. This is my season - they call me, mommy.