Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Miss Catie

My sweet little Miss Catie. She's my middle child and I love her to bits! She's got her daddy's big brown eyes and her mother's stubbornness - which is why we butt heads from time to time I'm sure. She makes me laugh all the time with her curious little questions and her innocent comments about life. She calls napkins - nakpins and caterpillars are known as callerpitters.




She was gazing lovingly up at me the other day and says 'Mom, you have little hairs in your nose.' Upon closer inspection in the mirror later that night, I have to report (with horror) that I do indeed have little hairs in there. Time to invest in some personal trimmers perhaps? Only if I plan on having people looking straight up my nose on a regular basis I guess....

We went for a walk the other day - she rode her bike. She kept stopping and getting off her bike to pick flowers. When we got home later, she handed me a lovely bouquet and insisted I put them in water right away - 'so they would last forever'. Those are the moments mothers treasure and remember for years. Just the sweet little things you know?



The thing I love most about Catie is that she's HERSELF. She just does her own thing and doesn't give a shit what anyone else thinks. I hope she stays that way and remains stubborn and unique. God forbid she becomes a sheep, just following the herd like so many people do because they're too afraid to just be themselves.

Sometimes she comes into the house, tears running down her face, telling me that so and so said this or that. It's usually some bossy 6 year old trying to enforce 'the rules' on her. Poor little thing. She'll run into a lot of that while she's growing up. When I look back on all the people I met who caused me grief - it was never about ME. It was about THEM and their issues or insecurities. I never take anything personally. Why would I? I'm secure with who I am - most of the time. ;) I'm just ME..and if you don't like me, well you can shove it up your arse. Couldn't care less...and I really mean that. It's too much work trying to be someone else...call me lazy I guess.

Okay, it's late and I'm ranting...better get to bed now. Should have been there an hour ago! Ah..but the late night solitude is just too much to resist sometimes. I always talk about how nice it would be to have an entire day to myself, but I find that I get lonely after about 2 hours alone.

It's odd - this motherhood thing. Always being pulled in so many different directions, worrying so much and not even realizing it..it's hard work! Wouldn't trade being able to stay home with my kids for anything. They need their mothers when they're little. My mother was always home and I am more grateful for that than anything else. She made me who I am today - a very strong woman. I've learned what's important in this life - and it's not what the media is shoving down our throats.

Okay, going to bed now. For real this time. Gotta check for nose hairs...

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