Yesterday I had an opportunity to spend some rare one-on-one time with Kiddo. We were walking along together, holding hands, talking, joking, laughing. I said something (I can’t remember now what it is) and Kiddo said to me, “Mommy, you’re so weird and funny.”
She then looked thoughtful for a moment. She said, “You know, before you met CBG, you were kind of like a pigeon…still really awesome, but kind of quiet and dull. But now…you’re like a peacock, showing off your colours and struttin’ your stuff.”
I thought about this as the evening wore on, and realized how true her statement was. It used to be that my awesomeness only came out every now and again, if the conditions were just right. These days, my awesomeness is more the rule, rather than the exception. Don’t hate on me people, I’m just tellin’ it like it is.
CBG understands me better than anyone ever has. He “gets” me. He encourages me to be who I am, without pressuring me to be something that he wants me to be. He’s like a dash of salt on a good meal — he makes my flavours pop. He doesn’t make me awesome, he allows me to be awesome. With him, I feel happier, freer, more badass, more confident, more fun and more “me” than I ever have. I may not be perfect, but dammit, I’m a helluva lot closer than I was three years ago, that’s for sure. And I’m only getting better.
And you know what? That’s a damn good feeling.