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So, I learned some new family background. Two of my aunts were hospitalized in the past for mental health reasons. My one aunt seemed to have a bit of a nervous breakdown- but who wouldn't when after losing one pregnancy you have 4 kids sequentially without so much as a Disney vacation?
I'm thinking back to all the stories my parents would gleefully tell me about my childhood that I don't seem to recall. The most famous of them is one of my favorites. (I hope I get this story correct as I am a bad story teller...AND have a terrible memory.)
I was 5 years old. Mom woke up in the morning and could not find me anywhere. She apparently was sick to her stomach (as any mommy would be) that I was missing and looked all around the house. I believe it was a school morning and my mother had to take us off to school. Mom and dad get a call from the neighbors. "Did you know that your daughter was over here? Yes, she's having breakfast with us." Mom was livid. According to my parents, not only did I manage to break free from the house in the early morning hours, but I also lied to the neighbors about going to school. It seems that my explanation went along the lines of "I don't have to go to school. The rest of the kids have to catch up with me." Well, I learned early on that some lies just really backfire on you and have the potential to leave you scarred for life. As a consequence to my actions, mom canceled my upcoming 6th birthday party. To this day, I have yet to celebrate my 6th year of life. I'm still in the process of planning this party as I feel I have paid my dues long enough.
I think mom even told me that there were locks placed higher on the doors so I couldn't just walk out. A little bit of ingenuity, a shove of the old highchair, and off I went. I'm surprised my mother didn't have me leashed for most of my toddler years.
Another fine example of my careful genius planning- The Smithsonian. The family was on a trip to the Smithsonian in Washington DC. Little ole me felt the need to move along because the pace was just not to my liking. Once again, I broke free, somehow undetected by my parents, and toured the museum on my own. Mom, of course, was frazzled and once we got back to the tour I would note along the way, "Oh yeah, I already saw that." We laugh about it now but I'm sure my parents were on the brink of a coronary. Mom still thinks I have yet to get payback. She keeps reminding me "Just wait until you have some of your own. " Mom truly believes that I will be cursed with a little white-haired, non-stop person of my own. Maybe working in the mental health field was really just a training session for what is to come?
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I'm thinking back to all the stories my parents would gleefully tell me about my childhood that I don't seem to recall. The most famous of them is one of my favorites. (I hope I get this story correct as I am a bad story teller...AND have a terrible memory.)
I was 5 years old. Mom woke up in the morning and could not find me anywhere. She apparently was sick to her stomach (as any mommy would be) that I was missing and looked all around the house. I believe it was a school morning and my mother had to take us off to school. Mom and dad get a call from the neighbors. "Did you know that your daughter was over here? Yes, she's having breakfast with us." Mom was livid. According to my parents, not only did I manage to break free from the house in the early morning hours, but I also lied to the neighbors about going to school. It seems that my explanation went along the lines of "I don't have to go to school. The rest of the kids have to catch up with me." Well, I learned early on that some lies just really backfire on you and have the potential to leave you scarred for life. As a consequence to my actions, mom canceled my upcoming 6th birthday party. To this day, I have yet to celebrate my 6th year of life. I'm still in the process of planning this party as I feel I have paid my dues long enough.
I think mom even told me that there were locks placed higher on the doors so I couldn't just walk out. A little bit of ingenuity, a shove of the old highchair, and off I went. I'm surprised my mother didn't have me leashed for most of my toddler years.
Another fine example of my careful genius planning- The Smithsonian. The family was on a trip to the Smithsonian in Washington DC. Little ole me felt the need to move along because the pace was just not to my liking. Once again, I broke free, somehow undetected by my parents, and toured the museum on my own. Mom, of course, was frazzled and once we got back to the tour I would note along the way, "Oh yeah, I already saw that." We laugh about it now but I'm sure my parents were on the brink of a coronary. Mom still thinks I have yet to get payback. She keeps reminding me "Just wait until you have some of your own. " Mom truly believes that I will be cursed with a little white-haired, non-stop person of my own. Maybe working in the mental health field was really just a training session for what is to come?
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