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things i am

if you known me awhile, you know my
quest for anime hair is not new.
but this is my most recent effort.
i've been thinking a lot about dichotomy lately. a million-years-ago boyfriend introduced me to the concept and i promptly fell in love - with the boy, and with dichotomy.

i've always loved the contrasts that come to mind when i think of dichotomy. look at me - hardworking, accomplished professional/devoted loving mom. freewheeling creative/analytical numbers nerd. brash, cocky go-getter/nervous self-conscious procrastinator. grammar nazi/hater of capital letters. innate musician/dancer with no rhythm. animal lover/devoted omnivore with carnivorous tendencies. the list goes on and on.

but - and perhaps this is just age talking - as time goes on, i'm beginning to think these aren't so much dichotomies as spectra. and instead of trying to eradicate the less-desirable half of the dichotomy, perhaps it's about learning to use all those endpoints as tools, where appropriate. playing to my strengths, if that's not just too cliched to digest. (there's another dichotomy: creative wordsmith/over-user of cliches.)

and then, today, someone very dear to me saw my new vibrant hair color and told me that she thinks it's an awesomely healthy expression of my inner self. that sometimes when people have dissonance between the many hats they wear, they wind up expressing that through negativity towards those around them. they take it out on their loved ones, their friends, their coworkers. and, she said, if expressing that even when i'm wearing my "john's mom" hat, i don't let that all-the-way define me, if i'm still a little bit of a punk rocker, then i'm finding a way to balance all those hats and just be me.

and i looked at her and said, those are exactly the words i was looking for when i dyed my hair purple and blue. i'm still ME: whether i'm actively being john's mom, my husband's wife, the mall's marketing manager, my parent's daughter, my friends' friend, whichever had i am wearing there is core truth to me. and one part of that truth is that john's mom is at least a little bit rockstar.

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another core truth is that my husband and i are blessed to live with the coolest little man in town. as proof, i offer exhibit a:

'sup, mom.
that pic was taken when john asked if he could "watch monkey! watch george!"

he's recently discovered that we have curious george 2 on netflix, and ever since, we have watched it about 150 times. and every time, he narrates the whole thing: "mama! monkey RIDE elephant. daddy, elephant bath. TRAIN! choo choo, mommy, choo choo. monkey elephant on choo choo." etc etc.

i mostly skip the movie and watch the narrator. he's pretty rockstar too.



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Marvin said…
You Rock!

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