(my mom made every outfit I have on)....and so did my Barbie(I had some amazing clothes for her made by my Aunt MaeBelle and momma).....but I was a child...and did not understand....I wanted store bought. I had to become an adult/mother to finally grasp the love and care that went into this. I would wear my homemade clothes and imagine that my outfits came from Burdines....where Villager dresses were sold. Yep...it was just my imagination....once again....running away with me. My life was far from idyllic. My mom had a breakdown when my brother died. On the outside for the world to see....my life was perfect.....but within the walls with just my mom....life was very imperfect....but once again....my imagination ran wild. I took all the wonderful traits from my friends moms....and build them into my mom...so nobody would know. My daughter was in her twenties before she actually saw my mom turn from Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde and it frightened her. I have to laugh now...because as Kat came unglued with the display....she told me that she did not know how I managed not to be an alcoholic or drug addict. I have wondered that same thing myself. I guess God watches out for his tiniest of sheep....and if they are lucky....they develop vivid imaginations. There is no book that comes with child rearing...no "How-To" manual....it is all done by trial and error. Sometimes we are spot on....other times we are off the course. I was not a perfect mom.....but I was a mom with a vivid imagination....and I believed if you can dream it...you can achieve it. I have three very successful(though not always perfect) children today that I am extremely proud of......and that my dear readers is reality....not my imagination running wild. That is a Fact! Thanks for letting me ramble. Have a blessed day!
To Joey, With Love....WINNER!
11 months ago