When D and I were out on Saturday, we ran into someone I had known over a decade ago (oy that makes me feel old!). For the first time, I had to introduce myself twice. I had to introduce myself as Sara (maiden) who was now Sara (married).
This is the first time I've had to do a "reintruduction." The first time I've had to tell someone two names for them to remember me. It was weird. Really weird! For the first 20-some years of my life I was a person. A specific person. With experiences, friends, emotions, memories. And a name.
And now I am someone else. Yes, I am still technically the same person, but not by name. Perhaps a name doesn't matter. Maybe one day I won't think twice to introduce myself as Sara (maiden) and Sara (married). My kids will likely refer to me both ways when coming upon someone who may have known the "earlier" me. The pre-mom me. The me they cannot fathom.
But now, and forever more, I am someone else. I am Sara Part II.
It's strange. And I know it was my choice. And I think it was the right choice. For me. I fully respect people who remain themselves their entire lives. I'll be myself forever. But called by another name.
As far as reintroductions go, having to say two names is hardly the worst case scenario. But it is a new first. They come up with less regularity the further I get from the wedding date. But they will keep coming up.