It is with much pride that I tell you that....my daughter wrestled in oil last night. To be honest, my first reaction when I heard that the Queenly convention had this brainstorm was not excitement. This is an extreme version of missing the PTA meeting and being elected President by a unanimous vote. When Monica was not at a meeting, a decision was made on behalf of all queens, present or not. I cringed. I winced. Hell, SHE cringed! But ya know what? She DID it. She did it for Kinetics. She did it for the Glory.I would like to tell you that I have somehow inspired her to be as outgoing as she is. In actuality, perhaps I did ... by being just the opposite. Don't get me wrong, I can be as weird as the next person when I feel like it but I didn't have much in the way of guts when I was younger. I smoked (pitooey) because it fit me in with the cool kids...cool kids with awful breath but, hey, they SEEMED cool. Left to my own devices, I was tragically uncool so I struggled to find my spot. I was a poster-child for peer pressure; if the cool kids approved, I would be cool by extension. I've (finally) grown up and no longer give a crap whether someone else approves of me -- what I drive or how I decorate or dress. Sure it's nice to be complimented but, if they don't like what I've done, I can live with it. Monica REVELS in it. She offends no one with her behavior yet she is her own girl. No one is quite like her but I suspect they would like to be. I am very proud to be the Rutabaga Queen Mother.
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Ooh, you got me all misty.
Far as the decision to have this fundraiser, I was at that meeting... I'm still not fully sure I actually agreed to it, but then I got put on the poster, so couldn't back out.
I think I figured out (after a lot of thought) what makes me, me... I honestly think that despite the fect that I am, in fact, a (proud) big sister, I'm very much also an only child. I know it sounds weird and... maybe a little contradictory, but after all those times we've talked about how my only childome was "ruined" when Hope came along, I honestly think a lot of the only child habits and quirks stayed with me. Being the center of attention, for example (Who, me?!?). Might that explain something?
Besides, it didn't matter when I was growing up how you and dad handled social situations and friends, you always encouraged me to do what I wanted to do. Oh, and running for Rutabaga Queen, to begin with was *totally* peer pressure... by way of one Amy Berkowitz and on Queen Mo. It's not like they had to twist my arm, but I certainly wouldn't have done it without some sort of encouragement.
Now, I gotta go wash this oil out of my hair. The rest of the body was washed last night (yayyy dish soap!), but I left the oil in my hair to make it soft. Let's see if it worked. :-D
Yay, for people who love each other for being themselves. My mom loves me that way and it feels great!
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