If you have met me for more than five minutes you know that I’m extra.
As in way more than enough.
I can’t help it. It’s just the way I showed up.
I laugh super loud.
I talk when I should be listening.
I gesticulate wildly and guffaw and randomly break out into dance moves and the occasional Broadway soundtrack. I make faces that look like emojis and sing at the top of my lungs in the car when I hear a song I love and I perpetually chase rabbits. I’m always opening my mouth and inserting my foot and I’m the person sitting on the front row in class asking all the questions and then forgetting all the answers.
My mother says that I grab every minute of life and that I don’t let go.
And she’s right.
(total aside: of course she’s right. She’s my mother.)
And just when I thought I couldn’t get any more extra?
I went and gave birth to a mini-me.
She’s the extra of the extras.
I don’t think she could help it either.
She just showed up like this, too.
Last week she made varsity cheerleader.
We went to a watch party and waited for the results and jumped around and dancing in our chairs and celebrated and screamed and hugged and ordered chocolate chip cookies with ice cream.
Because that’s what extra people do.
And after all the excitement we arrived home to fanfare and more cheering and excitement and celebration.
Westleigh told me she loved me and thanked me for the cookie and walked on air up to her room.
And all was quiet.
Not nearly extra enough.
I didn’t hear anything for over an hour.
That didn’t make sense.
I thought she’d be calling her friends and facetiming the world and practicing cheers and turning up her music so loud they could hear it two states over.
Worried, I walked up to her room and knocked on her door.
I knocked again.
Slowly and quietly I opened the door and almost burst out laughing when I saw all the EXTRA that was going on in her room.
She had earbuds in her ears and she was quietly humming and writing notes to her future cheerleading self….
…wearing her AUNT’S CHEER JACKET from high school.
I had forgotten all about the jacket. My sister-in-law had given it to her a year ago. Westleigh thanked her and tucked it away in her closet.
And there the jacket sat.
Waiting for an EXTRA day like this.
Wester didn’t want to wait for her own jacket. She didn’t want to wait for her uniform. She wanted to feel like the cheerleader that she knew that she was.
This is the look that she gave me when I found her wearing it.
A look that says MOOOOOOOOOM?
A look that says REALLY?
Just know that I’m EXTRA….
…and I learned it all from you. 🙂
If you are extra?
If you wave your hands or talk when you should be listening or chase rabbits or make faces that look like emojis?
If you grab every minute of life and don’t let it go?
Westleigh and I completely understand.
Come sit by us. 🙂