Who am I?

Lyngdal Sports Club and my pony tail. A part of my identity?

When I was younger, my parents used to call the local soccer  stadium for my ‘second home’.Everyday me and my friends spent hours and hours together, playing soccer all night long. And we became good – me and my boyfriends. Yes, I was the only girl playing with the boys.  Playing with boys was the same as getting good. And because of that, I didn’t miss the girls.

At that time my hair was short, and I guess you could say that I was a little bit ‘boyish’.  Imagine a girl wearing an Arsenal hat, soccer shoes and clothes, everything in the colors of red and blue. I don’t blame the people who thought I was a boy – like the lady working at the coffee shop. I looked like a small cute boy:)

I wish I had counted all the times my dad took me to the stadium, or all the times my mum was shouting from sideline of the soccerfield “Heia Lyngdal, Heia Maria” (Go Lyngdal, go Maria) when my team was playing. Every match, seasons after seasons.  Soccer was a big part of my family’s life, and I really admire my parents for watching all these lousy games. But I hope they enjoyed it.

Today, I don’t play soccer that often anymore, and my hair is long.  Sometimes I miss my ‘soccer life’ – the clothes, my shoes and my short hair.  I miss playing at a team and playing with the ball by my self at the backyard. I guess it is because of my talent. I was good at playing soccer. Even though I don’t play it that often anymore, I really believe that soccer always will be a part of me – my identity. It has shaped me in some ways. It is a part of my history,  experience and  family life.

I’ve been thinking a lot about identity these last few months. Identity – a word so diffuse, but important. A word so strong, full of history and important for peoples choices  in life. My identity, your identity and our identity. I think that looking for our identity will be the same as looking for our individual uniqueness, but also our likeness.  It’s like tracing our individual and common history.  I believe that to accept others for who they are, we need to take a look at our identity. How have we become who we are and why? Having a focus on identity may give us an idea that ‘ we’re all different, but still the same’.



8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mr WordPress
    Jan 07, 2011 @ 13:37:46

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  2. geirjohan
    Jan 11, 2011 @ 17:14:32

    Yes, I loved the games. They weren´t boring. You played!!!


  3. unni skaaland
    Jan 12, 2011 @ 14:20:53

    Nice posting Maria. Interesting to read about identity.
    And btw; we enjoyed the football games. All of them! 🙂


  4. Eline
    Jan 26, 2011 @ 17:47:20

    I just learned something new about you :-). It is very interesting to read your blog; Maria. Best wishes for your stay in Lebanon.


  5. Veronika Andresen
    May 04, 2011 @ 12:52:12

    Hi Maria!
    It is so exciting to read about you. It takes me right back to Blindveien and the place where we grew up. Your thoughts about identity are very interesting, and they show that you have grown up to be a reflected young lady.
    I hope you and your husband enjoy to the fullest the time you have abroad.
    Lots of love


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