About Me. What is there interesting %u201CAbout Me?%u201D Crazy as it seems, this section of the website has been the hardest for me to write. I have two beautiful children and a husband whom I adore. But that statement doesn%u2019t explain anything %u201CAbout Me.%u201D I take pictures. I love to take pictures. But that simple statement just doesn%u2019t explain anything %u201CAbout Me.%u201D So I turned to someone who knows a lot about me. My mother. And she sent me this story that I had never read that she wrote when I was a little girl...
MOMMA'S JOB
Rachael bounced from her bed. %u201CMomma, I'm starving from hunger,%u201D she said.
Momma boiled the water and added the oatmeal. In Rachael's bowl she put a spoonful of ice cream, then poured the cooked cereal over it, just like a breakfast sundae. Momma set Rachael's place and poured her juice. She cleaned the pan and began drying it.
%u201CThat's a lot of work for just one breakfast and you have to do it all over again when Mikey wakes up. I'm going to make this when I get bigger, so you won't have to.%u201D
%u201CI know,%u201D Momma smiled, %u201Cbut I don't mind. This is my job.%u201D
Rachael finished her breakfast. %u201CMomma, the table is sticky and I think I got some oatmeal in the carpet.%u201D
Momma wrinkled her nose. %u201CIn the carpet?%u201D
Rachael looked down. %u201CUh-huh, a big blob, right there,%u201D she pointed.
Momma wiped the table and scooped up the oatmeal. She washed and patted dry the carpet.
%u201CWhen I'm bigger I won't spill things anymore or drop sticky things in the carpet, but if I do, I'll clean them up myself, so you won't have to.%u201D
%u201CI know,%u201D Momma said, %u201Cbut right now, it's my job.%u201D
%u201CYep,%u201D Rachael agreed and went to brush her teeth. She brushed and brushed. Her teeth almost sparkled, they were so clean. She washed her hands and her face and her dolly's face too. She dried everything off with a towel. %u201CMomma, come see what a good job I've done.%u201D
%u201CVery nice,%u201D Momma said, as she wiped down the wet mirror and replaced the soggy towel. %u201CYou may go down to Stephanie's if you like.%u201D She tied Rachael's shoes and zipped her jacket. Momma combed the tangles from Rachael's long, brown hair and began braiding it into two shiny tresses.
%u201CYou do that good. I tried to fix Stephanie's hair yesterday and her Mom said she might need a hair cut now,%u201D Rachael explained.
%u201CUh-oh,%u201D Momma said. %u201Cit takes some practice to learn how to braid, but you'll learn how when you're older.%u201D
%u201CWhen I'm a mommy?%u201D questioned Rachael?
%u201COh yes, I'm sure by then,%u201D said Momma.
Rachael jumped on her bike and raced right down to visit her friend. But Stephanie wasn't there, so she started home. Her tire hit a rock. She fell and scraped her knee and her elbow. She cried the rest of the way. Momma ran outside and helped put the bike away, then scooped Rachael up and carried her in the house. She wiped away the blood and put some cream and band aids on the sores. She gave Rachael a tissue to dry her tears and blow her nose.
%u201CSomeday,%u201D Rachael sniffed, %u201CI won't fall off my bike so much and even if I do, I won't cry and I'll put band aids on myself.%u201D
%u201CBut you're a little girl and I think you're awfully brave to have come home by yourself after that fall. Besides, mommies are supposed to put band aids on their children. It's our job.%u201D
Then Rachael and Momma played some games and drank some milk. They took Mikey to the park and had a picnic. Rachael picked dandelions and gave gave them to her mother.
%u201CDo you like them?%u201D she asked.
Momma sneezed and laughed. %u201COf course I do. But it's time for Mikey's nap, we have to go home now.%u201D
By the time they reached home, Mikey had fallen asleep. Momma slipped his shoes off and covered him with a blanket. She found a book and sat on the bed beside Rachael. They read the story together. Rachael kicked off her shoes and laid down.
%u201CSomeday,%u201D Rachael said, %u201CI'll read stories to myself and Mikey. You won%u2019t need to read to me anymore.%u201D
%u201CI know,%u201D Momma said, %u201Cbut I don't mind. Beside it's my job.%u201D
%u201CYou sure do a lot of things for your job.%u201D Rachael closed her eyes.
%u201CI know,%u201D Momma whispered as she kissed her daughter. %u201CBut I love my work.%u201D
THE END
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The Beauty about life Is that it is so unique. Each of us have a story. Now let me tell you a little About Me.
I am a Mother. I am a mother to two beautiful children. Making oatmeal in the mornings and cleaning up the globs that happen to fall on the carpet is my specialty.
This morning, I combed through my two year old%u2019s hair, braiding it into two tresses and sent her off to play with her brother upstairs. Within moments of the two being in the same room, a scream... and then a child at my feet. My magical kisses and a band aid healed that invisible wound. This afternoon, we played at the park. They ran hand in hand to each structure, my son making sure that his little sister made it up to the slide and promptly showed her how to slide down on his belly, which she quickly followed in suit. After the park, we cuddled on the couch to read a book-as with most days, we read %u201CI%u2019ll Love You Forever%u201D by Robert Munsch. And as always, tears welled up in my eyes as I read the last page with the final words %u201CI%u2019ll love you forever, I%u2019ll like you for always, as long as I%u2019m living my baby you%u2019ll be.%u201D I was a little relieved to see that their heavy eyelids had finally closed so I could compose my sappy self.
I have a husband whom I adore. 5 years. This year we will have been married 5 years, together for 10 years-and I still look forward to every moment with him. He is someone who knows the ins and outs of my personality. Knows my every quirk-and he still loves me! He makes me feel beautiful. He is a wonderful father and his character is to be admired. He is the man that I want sitting beside me when we are old and wrinkled. Not-one-regret. I don%u2019t know how many people can say that about their marriages. But it is true for me. I have not one regret.
I take pictures. I love to take pictures. Some people say that marriage changes you. It%u2019s true. Some people say that having children changes you. It%u2019s true. There is change in a newfound appreciation for what Beauty Is.
Beauty is Family. Beauty is capturing a moment before the details get lost forever. Beauty is Being Real. Beauty is... Loving your work.
So... Hello. My name is Rachael Petersen. I am a mother to two beautiful children. I have a husband whom I adore. And I take pictures... I love to take pictures.
