The Cathcart Clan: An ode to Cath, the greatest mother I know

I would be a piss-poor daughter if I didn't take a moment to recognize all that my mother has done for our family over the years. She's a trail-blazing workin' woman and an inspiration to us, always showing that it is possible to do it all. In fact, when we decided to have me stay at home, a bit of my feminist pride died within me as I always dreamed I would end up just like my superhero mother. Our paths are a bit different between the two of us, but one this is for sure: my mom rocks.

Mom, you should thank me for digging up only the most flattering pictures of you, blatantly disregarding the feelings of anyone else. I didn't even sensor the embarrassing pictures of me during puberty, which I feel shows a hint of maturity.

Celebrating a birthday circa 1985 nearly setting the house ablaze with the five hundred candles. I assume this was dad's idea, since he loves reminding Mom of their 4 month age difference. I love that dad's in a pink shirt and Trevor's underwear is outside his pants. From left to right: birthday girl, Trevor, Mom-moms, me, and Dad.

Singing at the senior center. Sweet hats, girls. From left to right: Mom, Lauren, me, and Papa, my mom's dad.

Buffington family in Hawaii in 1994. I like the creative pose, distracting from the sole reason one travels to Hawaii: the scenery.

Family fun on the set of the Fulerton Children's Repertory Theater. I hope I'm wearing stage makeup or else I'm working the night shift on another kind of stage. Trevor's pumped to be alive. Yay for the early teen years!