I’ve been tagged by Valerie over at I am my kid’s Mom!
Now, if I’m honest, I can’t think that there’s anything much left to tell you all about myself to fill up this meme with answers… after all, my blog has been a kind of open book about my life for years! Still, I’ll see if I can come up with something…
So what are the rules, I ask myself….
“Here are the rules: Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.”
Okey Dokey, let’s get going then!
1) I am plane crazy….no, not plain crazy, but aeroplane crazy. I have not been on an aeroplane since my birth. I am absolutely terrified of the confined space I would find myself in on a flight. I don’t so much fear death by plummeting from the sky, as much as I fear being in such a small, cramped area with no way out until landing.
2). I was norma-no-mates at school. I had to work incredibly hard to get people to like me. I was not a very popular person and it gave me a sense of inferiority that followed me into adulthood. Surprise, surprise.
3). I have a thing for men in uniform. It’s not like I’ve a thing for uniformed male utility meter readers, it’s more ‘the emergency services crush’ thing. It’s not even about the men, it’s about the ‘authority’, ‘control’ and ‘assertiveness’ they perspire. Believe it or not, I didn’t even need to go to therapy to work that one out.
I’m a weak, bumbling idiot and I admire their ability to handle situations that would have me crying for my Mummy.
4). I still have a dream that there is someone, somewhere in this world, just for me. A man who will humour my neuroses, adore my aging, flabby body, and vow (and mean it) to love me until the end of his days and never, ever, ever do anything to hurt me.
5). I never wanted children. Yeah, I played with dolls as a kid, but mostly I shaved their heads and chewed their rubber fingers off. When I got pregnant I couldn’t believe that it could happen to me, not because I’d had unprotected sex and was stupid enough to think I could escape pregnancy, but because I thought a woman had to want to be a mum to become a mum.
I wasn’t ready, we weren’t ready. When I gave birth, my head nearly exploded along with other parts of my anatomy. I couldn’t comprehend that I didn’t get to leave my child with the responsible people at the hospital.
6). Though I criticise my own mothering abilities. NOTHING on earth has given me more joy than my babies (they’ll always be my babies no matter what their ages) and I love being mother to my two children. When I shout at them, even when it’s righteous anger I feel, I loathe what has come between us and I love it when we kiss and make up. I often pray that my family will emulate the love expressed in the Holy Family, but resign myself to the fact that one way or another, despite being at times, the unholiest of families, we’ll all get through to the other side.
… and when we do I’ll cry at the ’empty nest’ surrounding me, and the kid’s will yearn for the lives they had at home where their only responsibilities were taking out the garbage and washing a few dinner dishes after meals.
But thinking about it now, it isn’t so far from ‘godly’ to acknowledge wrong, to accept the need for repentance and then in asking for forgiveness,to be joined together once again after being separated by all our wrongdoing. Perhaps we are a family reflecting God’s love in our daily lives, even in our arguments? (or at least, in how we respond to them)). Perhaps we are in fact reflecting the Sacrament of Reconciliation? That’s really not so bad then is it? Bring it on kid’s 😉
7). I have a lot of good memories of my childhood, but they are stored away in a dusty compartment of my brain. I remember though, that my Dad used to lift me high up above his head and I could actually touch the ceiling. It was absolutely terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Then I got bigger, and Dad got older and now he doesn’t want to play the ceiling game. Can’t think why.
8). Even now, at almost 39 years of age, I am still unsure of what I want to be when I ‘grow up’.
There now, that wasn’t too taxing. As stated in the rules, I now have to tag 8 people, that’s no mean feat when half yer blog- buddies dislike meme’s!
In no particular order then, I tag the following bloggers …
Jennifer of The Catholic Path
March Hare of The Mad Tea Party
Suzanne of Sincerely My Thoughts
Barb of SFO Mom
Alexa of Absolutely Alexa
Jean at Catholic Fire
Angela at Angela Messenger
Rosemary at A Catholic Mother’s Thoughts
…if you’re not mentioned here, please feel free to play along!