About
If you like, hit the high and low points here:
I love my husband most of the time.
I’m pretty insecure, but am working on it.
We had a complicated relationship.
I’m trying to be a good mom myself.
And scene.
Do you see those stars in my eyes? Those are actual, natural, no artificial ingredients, genuine sparkledust stars.
That’s because I’ve never grown up. The stars dim sometimes, but overall, I still believe in magic, just as I did as a kid.
Once, I even saw the Tooth Fairy in my living room window. I’ll tell you about it sometime.
The reality is I’m a 39-year-old mother of two young daughters, Toots and Booger, who are 4 and nearly 2. I am married to The Rock, my stabilizing, calming counterpart.
I also am a freelance marketing/PR writer.
And I like spooky things.
Other than that, I’m still trying to figure myself out.
That’s an issue: I don’t really have a sense of who I am yet. I mean, most people know they’re a homemaker, a writer, a whacko, a friend, a wife and/or partner to someone. And I’m all those things, but nothing defines me.
So what I did is ask the people closest to me who they thought I was. I figured this would be helpful. And way more intimate than one of those personality tests.
Meanwhile, here’s what my husband had to say about me when I asked him to list three of my good qualities:
imaginative, quirky, adventurous spirit.
And in the interest of yinging the yang, here are my three bad qualities, according to my husband:
insecure, hypochondriac, distracted.
I also asked my four-year-old daughter to tell me what she likes about mommy. This is what she said:
“I like that I love you.”
“I like to play with you.”
“I like to paint.”
As for the ying, she said:
“I don’t like you kicking me in the butt.”
Really, I don’t know where she came up with that. Other than she likes to say “butt.”
I do, too. She is very much like me. Sometimes this concerns the family. But I think it’s funny that I taught her to respond “chopping broccoli, chopping broc-co-le-hee,” to any question asked of her. We both find this hilarious.
Finally, when I asked my brother to compare me to a monster, any monster, to give people a better sense of who I am, he answered, “Chucky.” Then after a pause, he said, “No. Meg Tilly in Chucky.”
I hope this clears things up. It did for me.
