Many many thanks to all of you who enjoyed my interview with the girls on Tuesday. Rhea is quite talented at asking the questions. And my girls are quite talented at creating pandemonium with said questions.
And then on Tuesday night. I got an email from my Aunt Elizabeth. About that interview. Because she doesn't believe in commenting:
Just finished your interview with your adorable daughters and the flashback was instant...
You can't imagine how much they sound like you did at their age...
and I would think that your day would come and your unique take on life, your precociousness, your positivity about always being positive that you had all the answers would return to take revenge...
nothing at all is wrong with all that, but now you know why your Declarations and Proclamations almost always caused your Aunt (and every other adult who came under your dominion) to roll her eyes and wait for this day!
Keep blogging and I will keep reading and,maybe, just maybe, when I am a woman of leisure (Yeah, right), I will blog back.
To Katie and Maddie: Keep up the good work
To your Mom: At last! Payback time! hehehehe
Well...I just don't know what she could possibly be referring to. No clue whatsoever.
It wasn't me that was so stubborn. So stubborn that I didn't sleep through the night until I was almost one. So stubborn that I would scream if anyone besides my mother tried to hold me. So stubborn that I could cry for five hours strait. Until someone would come and pick me up.
I mean. It wasn't me who would hold my breath when I didn't get my way. And then pass out. Knocking my head on the terazzo floor. And get a concussion. Twice.
It wasn't me that was such a good rule follower in pre-school. That I tried to police all my classmates. And inform my teachers that they were explaining things incorrectly.
It wasn't me that met practically every statement uttered in my direction with an "I knew that."
It wasn't me that kept up a such steady stream of chatter. Even if no one was listening. Even telling my grandmother that my mom was pregnant. Before my mom even had a chance to take a breath.
It wasn't me who was nicknamed "Rattlesnake" by the friends of my parents. I was never likened to a snake. With a sharp tongue. That is quick to strike. And always has a comeback. And the nickname was never prevalent enough to be put on a birthday cake.It wasn't me that was told by every single teacher I had in my first year of high school that I should join the debate team. Including my algebra teacher.
I just don't know what Aunt Elizabeth could possibly mean...
So...what about you? What were you like growing up? Do you see the same kinds of traits with your own kids? Has your aunt ever laughed and uttered the word "karma?
Theme song - John Lennon - Instant Karma. Though "Karma Chameleon" was tempting...