This picture of Catherine and me was taken in February 1997 — she is 10 months here and I am, yes, still wearing shoulder pads and a hairdo that later grew to Rosanne Rosannadanna width. Those are stories for another day.
In addition to being one of my favorites, this picture represents “before,” before she:
- began to talk incessantly, as soon as she woke
- began to walk on those chubby legs … and then run
- made tea parties on the coffee table in the living room, her favorite blankie for a tablecloth and all the plastic food from her play kitchen arranged just so
- learned to fold laundry with me (she seems now to forget how … a lot), help me dust and make the bed, pulling the “comfortable” up nice and neat
- learned “The Wheels on the Bus,” how to count to 10 or how to spell her name
- learned to walk “up” the slide, pedal a tricycle, run through the sprinkler, coax a hum snail from its shell
- made her first PB&J, glued her first vat of sequins to a piece of construction paper, read her first book
- made a bunch of girlfriends and spent afternoons giggling, pretending, dressing up and running through the yard
- went through her sea creature, aliens, Egyptian and Titanic phases
- read the entire Magic Treehouse series
- joined the chorus, tried her hand at volleyball, started to keep notebook upon notebook of her handwritten own stories
- put away Hilary Duff, “High School Musical” and Jesse McCartney in favor of Lil Wayne
- began to wear makeup, fuss with her hair and nails, notice boys
- learned to drive, or had enough of her own money that she could treat me to popcorn at a movie, as she did last night when we went together — just us girls — to see “The Great Gatsby“
It was also before I got the privilege of seeing all the above wonders unfold, each its own awe-inspiring milestone in her amazing metamorphosis to independent woman.
And it’s before I had gray hair.
Happy Mother’s Day!