It’s Mothers Day Weekend and I am thinking of the things I did to my poor mother!
She deserves a medal for being my mom especially after all the things I did when I was younger.
I was an ill tempered little brat when I was little. I would throw tantrums anywhere and I had a habit of biting my mom. Also I was very adventurous and was not afraid of anything!
One thing I did at the age of three was pretty dangerous and I am glad I did not get killed.
I managed to get out of the house and go next door to see my sister and friend. I had wanted to go to my Aunt’s to see my cousin but my dad had forgotten to take me in the morning. So I was pretty mad! I asked my sister about my dad. She mentioned he went there in the morning and was saying something about going later.
I decided I would go now by myself.
My Aunt’s house was around the corner but I had to cross a street with a lot of cars. I walked to my Aunt’s and made sure I checked the street for cars. I was pretty happy when I made it there and I couldn’t wait to see my favorite cousin!
When I arrived the first word out of my Aunt’s mouth was asking about my mom.
I realized at that moment I was in a load of trouble.
My first thought was to make a run for it. It was a madhouse of people trying to stop this determined three year old from escaping!
I must have had about five or six people chasing me all over the place. Under the furniture and around the trees in the yard!
Finally I was pinned down, unable to move and screaming my head off.
My mom got over there in a matter of seconds. I walked up to her with tears in my eyes.
Whap! She gave me a good one on the bottom. Then mom grabbed me and began to cry.
I laugh about this now but I can’t imagine how terrified she must have been when my Aunt called her.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom!!
I know some of your grey hairs are from me!!