She likes purses, particularly dainty, expensive, rarely-used-by-me clutches. When asked what her doll or stuffed animal is named she says, without fail, “She’s sassy.” People say, “Sassy? That’s her name?” and she grins, nods emphatically and says, “Yes, just Sassy.”
I’ve tried to understand what it is that has allowed her to slip under my skin so completely and all I come up with is that when she was inside of me she grabbed on, knowing the ride of being number 3 in a family of personalities. And so here she sits, firmly rooted, clutching a part of me that has only ever been hers.
My sweet Sassy.
Categories: Mama Sap
This made me literally gasp. So, so lovely. Motherhood incarnate. xo
Lindsey, I am so grateful for how share the same reverence for this parenting journey. Your passion and candor at the beauty and heartache is incredible.
Apologies for the generalisation, but you have a Princess, a Tomboy and a sweet little Diva. You have managed to create 3 distinct, I-know-who-I-am girls. That is one hell of a gift that you’ve given them. Someday they’ll realise that the labels of confidence that they’ll always wear will be more important than anything on the insides of their shirts or heels.
It is amazing how different they can be, isn’t it? When you’re pregnant with your second you can’t imagine a little personality different from your first. And yet they always are. Just like you don’t know if you can possibly have enough room to love the next one like the first – and you always do.
Oh, and what Tet said.
As a friend of mine’s kid said the other day. “Mom, I lived inside you. I know you.”
Under the skin indeed.
I always especially love your posts labelled “mama sap”.
love, love, love