Today's post is a shortie as I have been extremely busy with some obligations I put off far too long. The list has shortened this and the past week, but a few items remain on the list.
My title is a thought that came to me from reading a post by Arkansas Patti, entitled Arrogance of Youth and one or two of her comments. Actually, her title would be sufficient as the illustration(s) I have used were made when I was younger than I am now, so there are many, many more than I will have time to use, in the time I have to write.
'I will never be like my mother!' Well broadly, I never was, as I never was a Mother in the true sense of the word. However, she, as well as my father, were very strict disciplinarians from a very conservative religious background with strong ideas of right vs. wrong, and many other seemingly, to me in my youth, unimportant edicts.
This is not to say, I did not love, and generally respect them. I obeyed as best a strong-willed child could as long as I lived under their roof, which was another rule, too. And I always have attributed all that is good in myself, my behavior, and my life, to their upbringing.
I walk about two blocks to school. My instructions were NEVER, EVER to walk on anyone's property, except if there was a sidewalk--no shortcuts through a front or back yard-that was trespassing, blah! blah! blah!.
Many many years after her death, and we lived where we are now, we had some rambunctious neighbors' children, kept using our gravel driveway for their joy biking.
I complained to my husband who simply asked, "What are they hurting?" He, a country boy, criss-crossed many a pasture and acreage in his youth, along with brother and sister.
I began a strangely familiar litany. They are trespassing and may fall and hurt themselves, BLAH BLAH BLAH.... and my Mother said..... YIKES! I stopped in mid-stream. I SOUNDED JUST LIKE MY MOTHER!
May be continued.... This new blogger format and my keyboard do not seem very agreeable. It just stops typing and the cursor disappears!