Sunday, October 9, 2011

My little weejie.



(For a long time, Brock couldn't say Kate's name and called her "Weejie" and the nickname stuck.)

Growing up, I loved to be in my room. It was where I'd work out dance routines to "Let's Hear It For The Boy," alphabetize my books and make collages for friends.

Kate, on the other hand, can't stand to be alone in her room. Because of this, she is by my side all the time.

I admit that sometimes I need my space. I've been known to get flustered when I'm trying to work and she's chatting away. (Yesterday's topics ranged from dog breeds to Halloween costumes, to why we haven't invented a more concise word for up-side-down.)

But this summer, when she spent a week at her grandparent's house, I realized how much I missed her constant companionship.

I also get a kick out of seeing parts of me in her. Take for instance, grocery shopping. For as long as I can remember, I never take the first item off the shelf. Instead, I take the third or fourth one behind it. I feel like the those in the back are somehow more superior.

So when I was waiting in the check out line recently, I realized I had forgotten cottage cheese. I sent Kate to grab it and when she returned she said, "Don't worry. I took the one in back."

I don't remember ever telling her about my odd shopping habits, but over the years, she picked up on it and now practices it.

It's so nice to have someone emulate you so well — down to the littlest detail.

1 comment:

karen gerstenberger said...

Sweet thoughts about your lovely girl. Being a mom is such a great blessing (even when we need our space)!