Bibbity Bobbity Badass

Everytime I take her to see a movie, Billie insists upon staying after, running to the front of the theater, and dancing her little heart out to the credits.
I allow this mainly because it is awesome.
Most of the time, the few leftover folks in the theater just ignore her, or think she’s weird. But today, while the credits for Cinderella ran and Billie danced like crazy as per usual, a lone couple sat and watched her fling herself about the front of the theater with huge smiles on their faces.
As the final song of the credits blared and the employees of the theater began to enter to do their obligatory cleaning, the woman watching had had enough.
“Oh, hell!” I heard her say, “I can’t watch her dance and not join!”
So she got up and started dancing with Billie. Soon her partner joined in. Then, before I knew it, there we were: three grown ass adults dancing wildly with a five year old in a near abandoned theater to a spirited rendition of “Bibbity Bobbity Boop.”

As we left, sweaty and more out of breath than we should’ve been, the man said to the lady, “There’s a hospital right down the street. They might have to admit us because I’m pretty sure we’re crazy.”
Billie responded, “Yea! That was crazy! And it made my whole day!”

Bibbity Bobbity Badass

My Daughter Is My Soulmate

When I was little I never fully grasped the concept of a soulmate. I understood it like this: the soul was a pizza missing a slice and someone came along with a slice that exact size (with the same toppings and everything) to complete you.

And, honestly?
That seemed lame.
One dimensional.
It excluded a world of people, possibilities, and circumstances that I had yet to imagine.

I couldn’t stomach limiting myself that way.

Lately I’ve started to view the soul as a galaxy.
A vast and deep neighborhood of constellations circling in, out, around, and through you- unbound by time, physical form, or logical necessity. Just stars. And energy. And light.
And, by that logic, a soulmate is anyone who enters into your self-made universe (with stars and constellations all their own) and expands it. They give you more to explore, they offer answers to questions you didn’t know you had, they challenge and inspire you to get outside of the comfort of your own silly solar system and stretch into infinite darkness until you find whole communities of light you didn’t know existed. They bring parts of yourself to you that you didn’t realize were yours. They offer you a complete sky’s worth of different viewpoints.
A soulmate is anyone who gives you growth in that way.
And you can have hundreds, hell *thousands* of soul mates. You can expand your world an infinite number of times in an infinite number of directions, never limiting yourself, going as far as you can before the fear freezes you.
Your universe is only as grand as the souls you let complete it.
And, for me, my favorite little soulmate of them all is Billie. It will forever be Billie. She offers me parts of my heart that I didn’t know were missing. She challenges me, enrages me, scares me, and makes me hysterical with love. She’s the most brilliant galaxy that I’ve ever been able to set my telescope on. She’s precious and ferocious and terrifyingly astute. She has the ability to shatter my heart then completely re-inflate it in one sentence. She’s the perfect mess of emotions and tenacity.
She’s my soulmate, my heart, and everything that makes me smile rolled into one incredibly ridiculous child with the most insane comedic timing. I thank my stars every day for her.
And on this and every day I am simply thankful.
For her.
For whatever fate that made it possible for me to be her mommy.
For the opportunity to be invited into her universe.
I am grateful to have found a unique soulmate that completes me in surprising ways.
And I look at the sky now and I’m filled with peace.
My Daughter Is My Soulmate

Role Models

I’ve been super sick today. I barely had enough in me to get Billie from school. When I got there, I was met by her teacher, her face stern.
“Today was career day and all the students were asked what they wanted to be when they grew up. Billie said she wanted to be a kitty cat. I told her that she couldn’t be a cat and she needed to pick a different profession. Do you know what she told me?”
“No,” I responded. I barely had enough energy to stand let alone continue this conversation.
“She told me-” the teacher stops herself short, deciding instead to make Billie take accountability for her reactions, “Billie? Billie tell your mother what you said.”
Billie looked at me very carefully, “I told her…” she continued staring at me like she was steeling herself for the worst, “I told her fine. Then I would just become a teacher so I can tell everyone what to do with their lives.”

And I laughed.
I laughed so hard.
Needless to say it was not the reaction the teacher was looking for.

Role Models

Wherein Billie Makes Her Own Memes

secret agent Billie is a cat

I don’t think she gets the idea of the memes… but she had a lot of fun writing these.

And, yes, I did freak out at the “A(n) Owl” faux pas. But she’s five, ya’ll. Give her a break.

(Editor’s note: Calliope is her cousin and Jemi is her aunt… Obviously Auntie Jemi has some serious ‘splaining to do.)

Wherein Billie Makes Her Own Memes