At the risk of repeating myself for the eight-thousandth time, I must tell you that I love you. We, and our ouchies, are doing just fine here at TexasNorth. At the suggestion of many of you, I have turned in a referral with Early On. They, amazingly, do not close down for the summer. And, I really like what they say: Don’t worry, but don’t wait. So, we will have an evaluation because she is a late walker and I completely understand that. I know that my doctor is a good man who sees my child through the eyes of science… and only at 6-month intervals. It’s legitimate that he would want to look at things closer to cover the bases, and I appreciate that. It is not his opinion that chafes so much as the whispers of a few around me… but such is life. I live and breathe with my child 24 hours a day, and I know that she is fine (yes, whatever the test results). I know that she is laid-back and she is fine. Your words of encouragement and humor and empathy only solidify my confidence and I so so very much love you for that.
We took a break this weekend and headed East to cheer on friends who were showing their dog in a couple of events at Kensington Park on Saturday and Sunday. It was a good excuse to break out the tent for the first time in 2008, get dirty, and do a whole lot of sitting. There are some pretty hilarious photos here on flickr, but my favorite is to your right… on the way home. Everyone ditched Mamma and headed off into dreamland. How ridiculous is this photo?! It was a good weekend. Good company, good laughs, good show, and very good timing. Our front yard looks like a yard sale as we dry out a few things, but we blend right in to our neighborhood now.
And, now, to today. I’ve been needing to tell you something: I am absolutely not pregnant. Trust me, I’ll let’cha know. What I am is a girl who goes by a nickname of her middle name. I was born Mary Kathryn Sebeck, and have always been Kate or Katie. There was one long semester in 2nd grade when I was too embarrassed to tell Mr. Kirby to call me Katie and so I was ‘Mary’ until Christmas, but for the most part… I am Katie. Mary Kate, if I’m in big trouble.
I was named after my father’s favorite Aunt… Mary Kathryn Murray… who was always Aunt Kate. I never knew her, but the stories abound… and there’s always a smile on the face of the StoryTeller. One year not too long ago, my Aunt Patty (the Aunt who is Keeper of Things, as opposed to Aunt Regina who is Knower of Family Things or Aunt Mary and Aunt Ron who are Aunts who both Dated Different Men Named Melvin) gave me a small box with a small diamond ring snug inside. “It was Aunt Kate’s,” she said, “And since you were named for her, you should have it. I’ve been keeping it just for you.” A treasure! A ring for a miner’s daughter… an engagement ring, though she remained single her entire life. A real family mystery…
I love it. And I know I would have liked Aunt Kate very much.
I wonder what the story is behind your name?