I talk to my parents every Sunday; it's our tradition. This past Sunday, we talked about what I was like when I was a little girl...
Apparently, I was a little daredevil. Mom could never leave me alone, otherwise I would jump into swimming pools, climb onto furniture, etc. and get hurt.
I was kind of messy. I used to take a bunch of toys out, knowing well that my brother would clean up after me to keep me out of trouble.
I was also a little pooper. When we were very young, my brother and I would take baths together. It just happened that the bathtub was my favorite place to poop.
I was a smart-a**. Yep, no matter what was said to me, I always had a comeback, which was usually enough to keep the other person quiet.
I was also artistic, if you can call it that. I used to draw on walls, at home and other places. My brother was usually behind me, erasing my works of art.
But I was also disciplined. When it was bedtime and I was tired, I didn't wait to be put to bed, I just went on my own. (any mother's dream, right?)
I was independent. I could stay in my room for hours at a time, playing with my Barbies (and having them kiss Ken so passionately that his head fell off).
I was also organized. I especially enjoyed lining up my perfume bottles and lotions by height. I think I might also have done that with my stuffed animals.
I was a good listener. People enjoyed sharing their feelings with me because I listened to them without interrupting with advice or personal experiences.
Finally, I was caring. When I had some money, I usually spent it on others, including my brother's tithing.
I really enjoy hearing about my childhood. I remember a few things, but I always like finding out more. One of the things I remember is having to wait for what seemed like hours after church because my mom was talking to people. I remember being sooooo annoyed with it that I would keep pulling on her skirt and interrupting her. Mom, I am sorry I was much an impatient brat. Now I understand how important it is for a stay-at-home mom to have some social time with other adults. I love you, mom. You are the best.
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I used to line up my perfume/lotion bottles on my dresser like that too! Now I throw them into a drawer. hahaha
Alors, je me souvients aussi très bien que tu étais dans les jupe de maman, mais je me souvient aussi que tu pouvais tout faire avec ton frère sans le voire roncher, que tu étais une petite fille très "Fille".
Tout ce que mtu as dit est vrai, a part que je ne me rapelle pas que tu grimpais sur du mobilier.Tu n'avais pas peur du danger.Tu te rapelles que tu t'etais echaper de la chapelle et que nous t'avons retrouver au GB. Tres independante, c'est vrai.Et aussi tres fille. Tu savais comment faire pour arriver a ce que tu voulais.Avec tes petits yeux plein d'amour du disais je peux avoir ca, je t'aime papa.Quand tu etais en premiere maternelle , tu ramassais les papiers de bonbons dans la cour de recreation pour que nous t'achetions les memes. Tu adorais les bonbons.
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