Over the next several weeks I’m going to be sharing with you a little more about myself (because sometimes I just don’t feel like you know enough about me) in the form of a “100 Things” list.
Or, rather, 10 Lists of Ten Things That Eventually Add Up To 100 Things About Me. But that will never fit on a T-Shirt.
Anyway, last week we covered Part 1: 10 Things About My Family. This week, as promised, we move on to the next 10 things…
100 Things About Miss Britt: 10 Most Memorable Moments
- The day my daughter was born. No disrespect to my son, but having my daughter was a complete 180 of Motherhood Take One. The day was perfect and almost painless. The brief moment of intense pain I had was easily handled by praying the Rosary with my mom. We were surrounded by friends and family and it is one of the few moments that both mine and Jared’s family really shared.
- Of course, the day my son was born was memorable too, for different reasons. In 18 short hours I went from a scared 19 year old kid to a scared 19 year old kid who was responsible for someone else’s life. Unlike Emma’s birth, it was hard and painful and the day was less about Jared and I and our families and more about me and my family. When I saw the movie Juno, it was this day and that support from my family that I remembered while I bawled my eyes out.
- My first professional public speaking engagement started off terrifying but left me high on adrenaline. The first thing I said into the mic was “I don’t know whether to pea my pants or puke.” Sometimes I wish the people in my current life had seen that part of my old life.
- My wedding day was exactly what I wanted it to be. When my little brother sang “I Will Be Here”, everyone in the church cried – including the men. The reception was absolutely the best party I’ve ever been to. I can remember each detail of the day perfectly, including everyone I hugged as we walked out of the church.
- The night I danced with Prince. I am not exaggerating when I say this remains one of the highlights of my life. I don’t care what that says about me, it keeps me warm at night.
- December 19, 1995 – or, the day I lost my virginity. My husband would hate the idea of me remembering this night, since he was in no way a part of it. And while I wish sometimes that neither of us had any history before each other… I was really lucky. My “first time” was planned and perfect. It wasn’t a bad decision in the backseat a car on some deserted gravel road. And I maintain to this day, I was very much in love with the other person. That’s more than a lot of people can say.
- The night I watched my brother be taken out of our house against his will. The people from the school came in the middle of the night, knowing he’d be less able to fight back if they woke him from a sound sleep. I didn’t live at home anymore, but I went to the house to be there with my mom. She refused to let me come downstairs, afraid that he would see me and focus his anger at me instead of her. But from my post upstairs I could hear everything. And the scene from the window as they led him to the van is burned in my memory… he put his head in hands… so lost… so defeated… so much more the little boy I remembered than the angry young man he’d become.
There are times now when I worry that we’re disconnected from one another, and I remember that night and how my heart broke in my chest for him. And I know that I love him more than he could ever realize.
- The day I moved out of my parent’s house and into my first apartment. I was 18, newly graduated from high school, and too headstrong and independent for my own good. Early in the morning my mom and I had an argument that quickly led to a reminder that as long as I “lived in her house, I would follow her rules”. All of my things were moved out of my bedroom that night.
- The night my Nana died. My mom and I had been in Florida for almost two weeks… waiting. The night she finally died was so surreal – an end to the waiting, the beginning of a reality that none of us were really prepared for. Driving home from the hospital that night, I kept thinking that the world did not make sense without her in it.
- Easter of 2005 – the night Jared and I joined the Catholic Church. Both of our families were there – parents, siblings (mine at least) and grandparents. I took the name “Mary”… and I can’t remember for the life of me what name Jared took. But I remember watching him receive the Eucharist for the first time, and the long, quiet pause after he received the Body and seemed to take it all in. I miss the magic I felt that night.
And there you have it! 10 of the moments that have led to me being who I am today.
Next week? Umm… 10 Things I Hate!
(P.S. Tomorrow will be the first Sunday Contest)