- Ask your child to draw a picture of you. It doesn’t matter how old they are…
- Post the picture on your blog
- Call it the ‘This is Me Meme’
- Go here and add your cartoon likeness to the linky.
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
Date: 15th April 2011
Time: 10:43 am
Last blog post: 3 hours ago
Comments on last blog post: 3
Title of last blog post: "5 Question Friday" (it's a blog hop. Over a hundred entries. Yep, 3 comments).
Duh. Obviously, I was in a grumpy mood. So I decided to check out other blogs that some friends had recommended to me earlier, which was NOT a good idea, because they turned out to be great blogs, and they have, like, gazillion followers, which then made me feel even more unworthy and wanted to commit a blog harakiri.
Ok, so here was where stupid does what stupids do. One of the blogs I visited was Good Day, Regular People, otherwise known as the Empress' blog. Uh huh, now you're starting to understand the depth of my stupidity. For those who doesn't know what I'm talking about, go check out her blog. It's awesome.
Anyways, I came across one of her posts titled It's Everywhere - Baby E Post, and thought, what a marvelous idea! It was a cute meme where you ask your child to draw a picture of you. Here's what you do:
Easy enough, right? So with a renewed sense of purpose, I decided that's what I was going to do right now.
I called my 6 year-old daughter, and relayed this simple instruction to her: "Babygirl, could you draw a picture of Mommy?" Like a good girl that she was (fine, she did look at me curiously in the beginning), she immediately went on her way to accomplish this task. By now, I was quite excited already; I couldn't wait to see the beautiful masterpiece that was about to unfold before my eyes.
Wait a minute... Why only a pencil and an eraser? No colored pencils? Hmm...
"Sweetheart, where's your colored pencils?" I tried to hint. BIG hint there as you can see.
"I'm going to use pencil, Mommy, so in case I made a mistake I can erase it."
I thought to myself, that made sense, she wanted to make it as nice as possible. Aw, this was gonna be great!
12 minutes and 32 seconds later...
Whaaaaaaaaat? Holy shitake, that's not how I looked like!?! That's Adolf Hitler! With long eyelashes! And what's with the black and white? Why no color??
Classic, neurotic me.
This was SO not my day. At least she can make it in color!!! Yeah, that must be it. Color was what it needs. I. WANT. COLOR!!!!!
I tried to be reasonable about this, but as you know, reasonable is NOT my middle name. It's never been my middle name. So I sulked.
I sulked, and sulked, and sulked. Until it was time for my daughter to go to sleep. As she was about to kiss me goodnight, I finally blurted it out, "But I want color!!!" She looked at me and I knew that she knew,yep, mommy's having one of her "episodes."
"I tried my best, Mommy. I really did."
"But why is it not in color? I want color!" Still sulking.
She looked at me and was quiet for a moment. I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, on one side realizing my own absurdity, not giving a crap on the other. Of course my stunted maturity-side won. So I sulked some more.
My daughter suddenly went to her room, grab her colored pencils and a piece of paper, and started drawing. Oh hell, only then did I start to feel really bad about the whole thing. What the fug was I doing? This was supposed to be fun. Why was I giving my daughter such a hard time? I was ashamed, truly and wholly ashamed! As I saw her on her knees, drawing on the coffee table what I was sure of was for me, I wanted to cry. Still, I didn't stop her. I was too proud to admit I was being childish. What a mess! Thank goodness my husband was out late with his friends; otherwise he'd probably refuse to talk to me for a whole week knowing what I had just done.
9 minutes 18 seconds later...
My daughter brought what she had just drawn to me. It was a "rainbow butterfly." It was a butterfly drawn on a small pink paper, this time she made sure she put colors. There was not a space in there that wasn't colored. Smart girl.
She said to me, "I'm sorry, Mommy. I didn't think I could draw your face nicely, so I used a pencil. But if you want colors, here I just draw you what I know I could draw best. It's a pretty butterfly. This, I could make in colors."
Boo hoo hooo... harakiri here I come!
I wish I could write a better post about this, but hey, this IS me. That is exactly what makes the Empress' blog hers, and what makes my blog mine. Not that I'm comparing (yeah right, get me some life, people!!!). So I guess this is my "This Is Me Meme," and how it turned out to be more than just an eye-opening experience for me.
Oh, and here comes the picture (folks, this is another good reason why you should take the Pledge, by the way).