Little Compartments

It's been a loonnnggg day. Little man does not have school two days a week. He wears me out sometimes. But this is not about him. It is about my recurring struggle to reconcile who I am with what I do. His class is studying occupations. We, his loving and participatory parents are to fill out a little sheet answering these questions:

Name
I am a
What I like most about my job is
Here is a picture of me at my work

While I see the importance of studying occupations, I am loathe to fill in the blank that asks I am a ___________. I feel like writing I am a "person," or "woman" or "homo sapien." I'm so rebellious.

I am a lot of things. I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a sister in law, a daughter in law, a business owner, a crafter, a sleeper, a daughter of the King, the list goes on. I don't think the teachers want that kind of answer.

I haven't turned my paper in. I'll let you know what I decide to write.