It used to be our names defined us. My family's history wove itself wordlessly through my name, Yvonne Reyes. It was enough until the metamorphosis began. Redefining myself started with what else but my name, and that too seemed sufficient until I became so much more:
A grown up. A wife. A mommy. A teacher. An aunt. A part a community whose names were interwoven to cement my identity. It was something bigger than just myself and it nearly qualified my existence. For a time.
Today I find myself in transition yet again. I am a soon to be. I am a soon to be single mother of four gorgeous children; a soon to be single 37 year old divorce'; a soon to be sole provider of a household in need of structure and laughter; a soon to be friend to myself, whoever that person is. Like Trina Paulus' cocoon maker who realizes she has the same potential to be a butterfly, I must first be "willing to give up being a caterpillar".
Boni. Boni Gomez. Boni Reyes. Soon.