Here’s another random blog idea I pulled from a blog site.
And here’s where the blog idea came from: http://www.kludgymom.com/idea-bank/
10 things you want your kids to know about you as a person (not as a parent).
To Ella Grace:
- I’m an anxious person. This fact is probably no secret to you anyway. My anxiety used to manifest in emotional breakdowns but now that I’ve gotten older and I’m able to handle my emotions more effectively, my anxiety will find its way into me by way of mostly unseen physical symptoms: my heart races, I get the shakes, and I sometimes flush. I probably didn’t realize my anxiety until I was in high school, but even then I just called myself a worrier. Now I’ve made it to the age of 31, and I’m still a worrier, but I’m aware of my anxiety and I know how to deal with it better. I hope you never feel that my anxiety affects you negatively because it’s a motherly goal of mine to NOT project my personal issues onto you.
- I’ve been told I’m a funny person. I enjoy cutting up with my friends and coworkers, and if I can make anyone laugh, I feel good. As a kid and teenager, I was a goofball and I’ve grown into an adult who is not easily embarrassed because I don’t take myself too seriously. I’m highly sarcastic, sometimes to a fault, but I love being able to interact with people and make them smile or laugh with the things I say or do.
- When I get really mad, I usually cry if not in a public situation. I have a temper and sometimes might speak before I think or cool down. Overall, though, I try to be laidback and let most things roll off my back. If I didn’t, the aforementioned anxiety would have me constantly incapacitated.
- I love books and I love to read. This is another tidbit that should come as no surprise. I’m a bookworm! Always have been! I can date my reading abilities to back before I started kindergarten. I don’t remember learning to read before kindergarten – who taught me and/or how I learned – but I do have a memory of being in kindergarten and for show-and-tell time one day, I was able to sit on my teacher’s lap and read a book to my classmates. None of them could read yet, so at the time I guess I was advanced. I read chapter books at an early age and by middle school, I was reading highly mature fiction, like that of Stephen King. I’ve continued to read into my adulthood, and my love of reading is definitely a reason I excelled in English classes and then pursued a degree in English in college. I hope you find a love of books as you get older, too.
- Speaking of books and reading: My favorite books include The Catcher in the Rye, The Joy Luck Club, A Thousand Splendid Suns, The Life of Pi, The Fault in our Stars, The Book Thief, anything by Amy Tan, most things by Jodi Picoult, stuff by Mark Twain, most Asian-American literature, historical fiction, and other cultural literature. I don’t read things that are highly philosophical or complex, but I’m usually very open to reading most things that are suggested to me.
- Other favorites: color – green; season – winter or summer; day of the week – Saturday; holiday – Christmas; animal – owl or dog; movie – Steel Magnolias; meal of the day – breakfast; fast food restaurant – Wendy’s or Burger King; local restaurant – The Fourth Street Filling Station; other chain restaurant – Olive Garden or Chili’s; TV Show – Lost, The Walking Dead, Parenthood (only one is still on air with new seasons); ice cream – cookies and cream or strawberry cheesecake; cake flavor – chocolate, strawberry, or red velvet; drink – sweet tea or coffee; vegetable – green beans or asparagus; fruit – granny smith apple or clementines. Why is this important? I don’t know. Maybe one day you’ll think, “I wish I’d known those little things about my mom.”
- I’m a romantic, even if I don’t act like it most times. As a teenage girl, I swooned over romantic gestures: getting flowers, receiving love letters, holding hands, going on dates your dad planned, etc… I still wish there was more time in my life for romance, but I understand that other things have replaced the time I spent being a starry-eyed teenager when I first met your dad. I tend to act like I don’t care about romantic gestures, but really, I still sometimes wish I could get flowers or be the recipient of a love letter again. 🙂
- Phobias: getting shots or anything else dealing with needles, being high up but not restrained from falling (so it’s not a true fear of heights – being on an airplane doesn’t scare me), car wrecks, singing in front of people (though I’ve done it multiple times)
- In relating to my #7 post about romanticism, I want you to know that I am so in love with your dad. I know I’m not supposed to write about anything as your mom, so just count this as a woman telling you how much she loves her husband. I do love my husband more than I can explain. We have a long history involving a high school romance, which budded into a committed relationship in college, and then went on to be an engagement and marriage. Your dad and I have been together as an official couple since August 27. 1999, when he asked me to be his girlfriend at a high school football game. We’d been friends since our freshman year of high school. We went to college together at Appalachian State and got engaged on March 4, 2004. He asked me to marry him in honor of his own birthday. We got married on July 16, 2005, roughly two months after we graduated from college. This summer, we’ll celebrate a whole decade of marriage. I can tell you that your dad is a great husband to me. You will hopefully grow to see just what an incredible father he is, and you’ll likely observe that he’s a good husband, too, but in case you never really notice, I want to tell you straight from my mouth. Your dad is wonderful. He’s incredibly mature, though he likes to have fun, and he’s extremely hardworking and responsible as a man. As a husband, he’s patient and loving – always there for me and extremely dependable. We have our moments – sometimes even on a daily basis – of when we tiff and argue, but I never hesitate to know that there is no man better for me than your dad.
- Morbid to leave you with this but still important to share: When I die, I want my organs and tissues to be donated, if possible. I’d love for folks to gather to remember me, but I don’t want a saddening funeral, persay. I’d like for my life to be celebrated and for people to be happy in remembering me and all of the good I hope to have done and meant to others. I want to be cremated – not buried. You can keep my ashes or give them to whomever wants a “part” of me to remember, but please spread some over the Cowpasture River in Clifton Forge, Virginia, which is the homestead of our Grandma/Nanny Hallie and a place I consider one of my most favorite on Earth. But most of all, I hope that whenever my time comes, because you know tomorrow is never promised to anyone, that you will remember me in all the positive ways possible and that you’ll never have to wonder just how much I loved you.