who is me? Me!
December 04, 2006 at 9:05 p.m.
Overheard:
�Sweetie, don�t kick daddy there, you�ll be an only child!�
A conversation in my kitchen (all in Portuguese by the way � I even understood it all!) with two sisters, one large, one not:
Sis #1: �My sister is soooo fat!�
Sis #2: �It�s true! I�m fat!�
Me: �You can�t call her fat!�
Sis #1: �Why not? She�s fat!�
Sis #2: �It�s true!�
Me: �In America, you can�t call people fat, it�s verrry offensive.�
Sis #2: �Aren�t the people in America the fattest in the world?�
Me������� yes�..�
Sisters: �You guys are crazy!�
It�s true�.
I had such a WONDERFUL weekend, that I woke up today feeling differently than I have since the day I came home with Solei. Those first few days were worse than I could ever have imagined. I�ve been blessed, and things have been doing better, but I haven�t felt like ME. I�ve kept from calling my friends and I�ve been thinking about how many ways I would looove to be back home.
But a fun weekend, out and about and feeling good, made me feel like I AM home. I have to be okay with being here, or I�ll never be happy. You know the whole �grass is greener� thing. I�m starting to feel like this grass is okay here, and I feel like ME today.
I didn�t spend all day at home today � nope, today was a special day. I put Solei in her stroller and walked to the park nearby that I knew had violin classes on Monday. At least to just watch � and maybe they�d let me help?
The teachers were�. Pretty bad, but it was nice to watch kids and violins again, imagining what I could do to help and get them to have some fun. I talked to them, my broken Portuguese explained that Iw as a violin teacher from the states and I�d like to help (although Jared explained I had said that my word for help actually meant �emergency help� for people in dire straights�) and I got their number so maybe Jared could call and explain to them that I could be useful.
Then the town got caught in a terrible thunderstorm � and I knew I couldn�t make it home walking. I figured I�d wait until Jared got off work and I�d call him and ask him to pick us up. But as usual in my strange way, just sitting there in the back of the theater, I attracted a crowd of curious children around me, one who turned out to be from our church, and his mom kindly offered us a ride home.
Such an adventure � I ventured out in Brasil with my newborn!! Yay for me!! And without my Portuguese dictionary!
Then I came home � and proceeded to call my friends. Friends who love me, but I�ve been avoiding calling because I�ve been too depressed to make conversation. I got to talk to Urmi � who is expecting her own bundle of joy in a few months, and Jessica who was suffering from frostbite as I sat sweltering in my underwear, and Danielle who was sneaking a call in while at work, and Annie who is coming to see me in Brasil this summer!!!!!
I�m not wasted and used up � I�m not a nameless faceless baby machine� I�m Reva, I fit into most of my pre-pregnancy pants (yay!!!) and I�m still pretty cool, I just happen to have a pretty cool daughter too.
Yay for feeling like me again!!!!
SUPERCRACK says thanks for the support in my darker days. Here�s to some brighter ones!