So Perceptive

I was talking to my best friend this morning. She's been struggling within herself. She's not fully comfortable in her own skin quite yet. She doesn't realize all the beauty she has to offer the world. She's going to nursing school right now...and I think, finally she's starting to come to terms with the fact that she's a lot stronger and tougher than she gives herself credit for.

It's funny how perceptive she can be sometimes. She'd told me she'd read my last post...a tribute to my mom, and that she'd liked it. Funny, when I wrote it, I didn't think of it as a tribute to my mom. I was just talking.

I laughed...said something along the lines that it may be kinda hypocritical considering how my mom and I are like oil and water. You put the two of us in the same room for too long and it can be a dangerous thing. My mom has very strong opinions, so do I. And we're both quite formidable and used to getting our own ways. We don't always see the world the same way. We know better than most how to hit eachother below the belt to cause optimal pain. She's got a very Latin...flash-in-the-pan...type of temper. Mine's very Chinese...slow to boil...but God help you if I lose it. She says things in anger, she doesn't think...I'm very deliberate. It's scary how deliberate I can sometimes be.

But Natty pointed something out to me. She said..."Kat, bottom line is that you know that the most important parts of who you are come from the way she raised you. You know that at your most basic, you learned a lot from her and you're smart enough to love and appreciate her for that. It's part of what lets you be so different from her and still love her."

Ya know, that Natty Jo is awful smart sometimes.