I will never forget the day my three-year-old heard my given name and realized for the first time that I was somebody else besides Mommy. She looked at me and frowned, “You’re not Elisabeth. You’re Mommy.” When I explained that Elisabeth was my given name just like Adele was her given name, the frown did not go away. I continued in an effort to erase the frown. Since she was our only child at that point, I said, “You’re the only one who can call me ‘Mommy.’” That seemed to help. It was startling to see my three-year-old trying to fit together different pieces of her mother’s identity. At age three, she was beginning to learn that identity is not singular but multidimensional.