June Saturday, with family

[redbird]

After a slow, lazy morning here, cattitude went out to pet-sit and see a movie, and eve99 (a.k.a. Mom) spent the afternoon here, talking about family history, finances, plans, and such. Apparently at age not-quite-four I was cheerfully announcing "I have a brand new baby brother. I'm three. When I'm four, he'll be one. When I'm five, he'll be two." Which I had no recollection of, but which led Mom to consult the kindergarten teacher next door about whether she should do anything; the advice was "don't push her."

Mom remembers me complaining that she and my father expected me to do well in school/academics. She says that if they did, they didn't mean to pressure me, but I always did well, so they assumed I always would; what I think I was referring to (this was quite a while ago, again), was that it was so much expected that I'd do well that I felt as though I wasn't getting credit for it.

Back here in the present, Mom liked the cinnamon-orange-chocolate chip cakelings, and we saw five new-hatched ducklings in Inwood Hill Park.

I just wish I hadn't needed half an hour to fall back asleep around 5:50 this morning. And that I hadn't gotten a papercut on the webbing of my left hand while opening an envelope this morning. (This is part of why I'm having takeout sushi instead of a home-cooked dinner; it's also making typing awkward.)

Comments

[crazysoph.livejournal.com]

... it was so much expected that I'd do well that I felt as though I wasn't getting credit for it.

Yes. That's a trigger point your words have just found for my psyche.

Thanks for talking about your family stuff... it's illuminating because of all the thinking you've put into it.

Crazy(and she didn't get it from her kids, no no no)Soph

[intelligentrix.livejournal.com]

You've mentioned cakelings in your journal several times, and every time I wonder just what they are. Are they little cakes, like cup cakes? Do they require a different recipe, or are they just cake made small? Inquiring minds want to know (but probably don't need to eat. Ack. My thighs.).