Yes. This is me at age 9.
I got to wondering what I was like at nine after I wrote yesterday’s post that mentioned the little girl next door.
My sister sent me a page of her photo album a while back and…
yeah. I need to be more patient with kids. I…well, I tried to be good back then, but when you have a mother that keeps trying to put you in dresses and talks about crossing your legs and being a ‘lady’ when all you really want to do is climb a good tree instead of hanging on a little one so she won’t freak out…let’s just say the communication boundaries sort of break down.
I know, I know. No excuses. At least this is a very good reminder of why I need to exercise patience with kids because Lord knows someone must have at some point with me at that age or I probably wouldn’t be here.
So here’s to kids even if they annoy the heck out of me for the most part. Except the rowdy, but respectful ones. Those crack me up and will be sure to get an extra Halloween candy bar come October.
