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30 Day Writing Challenge, Day Four

Someone who inspires me in 100 words (I set the word limit; it wasn’t prescribed)

Caelan inspires me to be a better person because she sees through the bullshit and tells it like it is. If she doesn’t like something, she says it. If she sees injustice, she speaks on it. She sees the world in a way I aspire to – not for how she WANTS it to be, but for how it is from her view. She is funny and real and honest and raw, and she doesn’t give shits. She has become such a strong little lady in the last few years, and I am in complete awe of her every single day.

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Finola Leigh

Well, friends, after months of back and forth, of what I wanted in a name and what my husband wanted in a name, of give and take and absolute refusal to even think about it anymore, our daughter has a name. Finally. And, my husband came up with it on his own. And it happens to be a name I have loved for 26 years….

Her name will be Finola. Finola Leigh. As a lifetime General Hospital watcher, since my infancy for real, I have loved Finola Hughes. I remember reading her name on the credits when I was probably 5 and was like, “that’s a cool name!” And then she was on How Do I Look? And I have seen some of her not-so-great movies on TV before. I swear she has been on Lifetime more than once. Anyway, I have loved it forever basically. So, how did we come to it? Let me set the scene…

Last Sunday, my husband and I were with the girls at my parents’ house for dinner. Discussing names. Of course. And he had mentioned some real doozies he liked (Regina, for one. NO thanks). And he didn’t like anything I was bringing to the table (Deliah. Hollis. COOL people names…). He was on his phone *shock I know* and found Finola on a names website. As soon as he said it, I felt something inside of me jump. I am not saying it was the baby, but I think it was more relief that he finally picked something COOL and Irish and that would work with both of our other girls’ names. I lit up. I said, “yes. Finola it is. I have loved that name forever!!” I explained to him that I never suggested it because I assumed he would shoot it down like everything else I said, or he would laugh at me for it. His response? “Well, you never said it.” *face/palm*

So, it is settled. This baby finally has a name. A name I love. A name my husband chose all by himself. And one, most importantly, we can agree on! The girls love saying it (because it’s fun to say!), Ellery sings songs about Baby FUH-Nola, and I believe she likes it, too. She seems content with it. 🙂 She’s been moving around like crazy lately and really making her presence known and felt. I swear she does not want my husband to feel her because every time she gets going and I can feel her on the outside, I tell him to try and she stops. She’s being a shy fry around him, for some unknown reason. I think it’s funny. She’s silly already. Her personality is so funny. She’s all activity and motion until Daddy touches her. Then? She disappears completely. LOL! Ellery did the same thing, and she couldn’t be more of a Daddy’s Girl. Really, it’s scary sometimes. That is something for a whole other post entirely…

I found this quote, and I want to put it in her room over her crib (when we get it)…

il_fullxfull.384239895_qawdI think it fits, no? 🙂

We love you, Miss Finola Leigh.

Dear Students at My Daughter’s School…

Dear Friends:

Hi. You don’t know me, but you know someone I love so very much. You sit next to her in class, share a snack and a laugh, and get to see her when I don’t. You spend three hours a day with her that I never will. I don’t know if you know how much that means to me. I trust you are kind to her and her to you. She does not tell me much about you yet, but she will one day. And I know that when she does, she will tell me how wonderful you all are.

Today, my special girl got glasses. And I know that it isn’t 1985 and people don’t get made fun of for glasses. Or maybe they do. I don’t know. I would like to think that society has moved on; I know that isn’t always true. I know something about my girl that you don’t: she has a hard time fitting in and making friends. Or maybe you do know that. It’s probably kind of obvious, huh? Anyway, she can sometimes be shy and quiet. She observes a lot, laughs a lot, and loves to learn and work with you all. She’s a gentle soul who accepts people as they are. She doesn’t think twice about how people look, and she never says mean things about what people look like.

Tomorrow she will debut her glasses. She will look a little different to some of you with her glasses. And her daddy and I have gone through a lot of trouble to make this whole glasses thing a HUGE deal! We are showing them off like crazy, and she is so happy to have them. Sometimes looking different can be rough for a kid, and glasses kind of make someone look different to some people. Some of you won’t see them; you will see her. Others may notice. Do you kids say “four eyes” anymore? I hope not.

As her mommy, I am more nervous about this because I know my little lady like I know myself. And I don’t want her to have to go through any more than she has to get to this point. She still has a ways to go socially, and I hope the glasses make her more cool and open to you. I am trying to be confident and cool in front of her, but I know how life can be for someone who may have something different about their appearance. I just ask this: treat my little girl well. She’s nervous about the glasses thing, and she is just getting adjusted to them. I know you are all wonderful citizens of this planet with top notch parents who have raised you to be the all stars you are. So I know I don’t have to ask you to be kind. You know to be kind. You’re awesome.

But, if you don’t mind, for me please talk to her about the glasses. Help her feel good about them. Tell her that she looks good. Tell her you love her glasses. Make her feel like she’s the Queen of Glasses. Talk about who you know that has glasses, and how cool they are. Glasses rock!

I would appreciate it very much. You all mean a lot to me, and I don’t even know you. I know that you have an impact on my little girl when I am not with her, and that makes you special to me. I love her like your families love you. And I hope one day that you are able to know this kind of love for your own children if you decide to have them.

Until then, remember that we are all in this life together.

No one truly exists alone. Your words and actions matter.

Who you are and your kindness mean the world to me.

And this little face with the dried milk mustache means more to me than you could ever know.