Little Devil? Me?

Tabitha said...

Embarrassed of what? You are soo cute there. You were suppose to pick an awkward stage, LOL. I'm sure you were far from a real devil, you look so sweet & innocent. Adorable! :o)

Thanks, Tabby!

I only have a few pictures of me from childhood scanned on my computer... and since then said scanner has bit the dust (ever so conveniently and promptly after the 1 year warranty expired.)

I'll see what I can dig up. Oh, and I was a little devil. My brother, who was older than me, was the prince - the perfect angel. He never did anything wrong, never stayed out later than what his curfew was, never sassed back, never yada yada yada. Perfect.

Me on the other hand, wow. I loved my mother dearly and miss her every day, but man when I was little I questioned her EVERY WORD. I wanted to please her and I did, but I had my own way of doing things. She always told me I was too smart for my own good and could exhaust someone with my incessant questions.

Oh. My. God. That's exactly what my 7 year old is like.
I'm DOOOOOOOOOOOOMED!

Doomed.

Anyway, the teen years were especially trying: I remember screaming matches between her and I over some trivial little thing I thought I was being denied (like going camping for a week with a friend and her parents or staying out a half hour later with a boyfriend when the movie ran later than we'd expected.) Though I was younger, I was the ground breaker in my family because my brother was insistent in his journey to be The. Light. Of. My. Mother's. Eyes.

Hmmmph.

I look back and laugh at it all now. My brother and I, despite the fact that I wanted to end him back then, are now the best of friends.

And I have daily conversations with my mother, though she's passed on, to tell her that her "curse" is working.

You know that curse. The Mother's Curse. Yes, that one. The one they say to you when you're younger and it goes like this:

"I hope when you grow up, you have a child that acts just like you do."

Thanks, Mom.