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CanaMa first met Ellis's Fairy Godmother Trina around 10 years ago. They were both corporate trainers for different companies (one, obviously Canadian) and they hit it off right away. They shared the same philosophies and sense of humor, and very shortly decided that they were "learning sisters." I met Trina in Monrovia California where she and my mom were collaborating on some training. I think I was 17, and she says I was going through my Goth stage (ha!).
Since then we have gotten to know each other better and better each visit. We connect on a different level than she and CanaMa and tend to roll our eyes at the same things CanaMa does. She's many things that I aspire to be. Driven, intelligent, committed to her work and education, brave, and witty. The day we left, she was running for the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation. She had mentioned that she was afraid it was going to be really sappy and sad, as it had been last year with people wearing signs declaring for whom they were running, and people who had lost their hair walking around with the pink scarves. She decided that she was going to make her own sign that said she was "Running for my right tit".
She exudes effortlessly all of the values and qualities that Kent and I wish for the shrimp. Everything we hope we can pass along to him just comes right through her with seemingly no effort at all. There was never any question who we would ask to raise him should something happen to us. However, had there been it would have disappeared when we were in Vancouver. Trina thanked us one day for helping her finally understand why she'd been having dreams for weeks about babies and being afraid of not knowing how to care for them. She thought initially it was God's way of telling her that it was a good thing that the chemo denied her the chance of having a child, but now she understood the true meaning behind them. We had decided weeks ago that we would ask her but wanted to wait until we were there to do it in person.
The shrimp wouldn't kick for her the entire week the stubborn little shit. But once he's born I predict that she's the one he'll go to when he's mad at us. She'll be the cool one, the fun one, our second in command. Every child should be so lucky.
Since then we have gotten to know each other better and better each visit. We connect on a different level than she and CanaMa and tend to roll our eyes at the same things CanaMa does. She's many things that I aspire to be. Driven, intelligent, committed to her work and education, brave, and witty. The day we left, she was running for the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation. She had mentioned that she was afraid it was going to be really sappy and sad, as it had been last year with people wearing signs declaring for whom they were running, and people who had lost their hair walking around with the pink scarves. She decided that she was going to make her own sign that said she was "Running for my right tit".
She exudes effortlessly all of the values and qualities that Kent and I wish for the shrimp. Everything we hope we can pass along to him just comes right through her with seemingly no effort at all. There was never any question who we would ask to raise him should something happen to us. However, had there been it would have disappeared when we were in Vancouver. Trina thanked us one day for helping her finally understand why she'd been having dreams for weeks about babies and being afraid of not knowing how to care for them. She thought initially it was God's way of telling her that it was a good thing that the chemo denied her the chance of having a child, but now she understood the true meaning behind them. We had decided weeks ago that we would ask her but wanted to wait until we were there to do it in person.
The shrimp wouldn't kick for her the entire week the stubborn little shit. But once he's born I predict that she's the one he'll go to when he's mad at us. She'll be the cool one, the fun one, our second in command. Every child should be so lucky.
posted by Kathryn @ 4:17 PM
3 Comments:
At 7:29 AM,
NME said…
Sounds like yoy, your mom, and your Ellis are all very lucky to have Trina. And she is lucky to have you.
At 8:34 AM,
hazel said…
that is very sweet. it's such a great thing when you have someone like that in your life - someone who you not only trust to raise your child should something happen to you, but someone who also WANTS that responsibility. it's rare, even if it doesn't seem like it.
At 8:58 AM,
lonna said…
I agree with NME and Patrice. We had to have a big discussion about who would take care of Dermot if something happened to us. Luckily, we both agreed, but we went through a fairly long list of people to decide who we would choose.
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