Showing posts with label My daughter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My daughter. Show all posts

Monday, November 24, 2008

Well Whatdaya Know!


Apparently Mattel got wind of what an AMAZING child I have & decided to create a doll in her likeness. LOL! Or rather, discovered what I discovered when Josh introduced me to the name Aine -- the history of Aine, the Faery Queen. The Goddness of Love. So yes, Aine WILL be getting her first Barbie for Christmas, though I doubt she'll have any clue. I just think it'll be neat for her to have something bearing her name. Goodness knows it'll be one of the few things ... unless, of course, she moves to Ireland!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

True Love!


I was leaving for work this morning & Aine came running over to give me a kiss goodbye. It was nice and sloppy as always. She always makes the "Mmmmm" sounds when she gives kisses. Hysterical! She threw her arms around my neck too. Then she said "Ah lurge ooo" which, if you speak Aine-nese, translates too "I love you." I could've died!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Role Models

The topic of role models came up today & I think of all the people in the headlines today who kids look up to. Honestly it makes me really sad. People like Jennifer Lopez and Julia Roberts and Brangelina ... these "pretty people" ... do they really warrant the title of "role model"? I'm not saying that they aren't good, respectable people. I'm not implying that they don't do good deeds. I certainly think that Brad & Angelina could do a lot more good if they used their wealth to start an organization to assist average & low income families adopt children rather than try to adopt all these kids themselves. But I digress.

I started thinking about the kinds of people, the kinds of women I want Aine to look to as role models. My grandmothers, for instance. My maternal grandmother was the youngest of 4. She grew up in Chicago. My great-grandfather was a painter (John Adams Spelman) and the family didn't have a lot of money. Still she went to Beloit College. Writing this I realize that I know less about my grandmother than I realized. I don't know if she has a Masters or not. I think that she does. In any event, she became a librarian and worked her way up to librarian (I think she was a Head Librarian) at the Kalamazoo Public Library. My paternal grandmother also went to college, though she choose to be a stay-at-home mom after marrying my grandfather.

I look at contemporary women like Hillary Clinton (who I don't always agree with but whom I can respect), Christiane Amanpour, Maya Angelou, Jane Goodall, there are so many I cannot think of as I sitting here writing this that it actually makes me sad. My mind jumps to all the standard Hollywood types, that while good at the jobs of letting us escape in entertainment for those few short hours, aren't exactly changing the world.

I may need to think about this. One think I know for certain, I want my daughter to be strong and independent. I want her to walk with confidence and THINK with confidence. I want her to believe in herself and others. I want her to have respect for her ideas as well as the ideas of others. I want her to always remember that while you don't have to agree with someone, but you should always be respectful in that disagreement ... even if they aren't. I want her to always remember that I believe in her, even if she can't or won't. I want her to know that it is ok to fail as long as you tried your best. At the end of the day, it isn't about how you look or what you wear or what kind of car you have. Things are things. They don't make you a good person.

And I definitely hope my daughter never ever thinks a porn star is a good role model. Sheesh!

Thursday, October 9, 2008

At the end of the day



Some of you know & some of you don't, but I work in the financial industry. Lately, I dread coming to work. Frankly, it sucks. Other than enjoying lunches with my co-workers there is nothing positive that happens during my days anymore. Angry clients, angry financial advisors. It gets old. Now some people choose to take that home with them. And maybe somedays it makes it as far as the sitter's door ... but I have to tell you, when I see Aine waving at me through the door or she runs to show me her new "discovery" for that day none of the rest matters anymore. I don't want her mood to be tempered by mine. I love that her laughter, her smile has the ability to change my perspective. To make me realize that while things are hard, I need to be thankful for all that I do have. God I love her!!

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Ah, my Irish lass!

Josh got out his Irish tin whistle last night & Aine decided that she wanted to play it. After she figured out that she how to get it to make noise, we couldn't get her to put the thing down. We had the best time with this!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Aine Catherine Marais

Aine is my daughter. Aine is not pronounced like "pain." It is "AWN-ya." Her name is Gaelic. I wouldn't name my daughter "ain" because that's just ugly. I mean, seriously?? I know it is unusual but you've adjusted to Sean being pronounced Shawn so I figure you will get used to it. Catherine is for my grandmother, as it is her middle name. Plus I think it is pretty. Marais is for Grand Marais, MN. See previous blog and how I feel about Grand Marais.