Friday, August 12, 2011
good morning mrs. hannigan.
This morning it occurred to me, that I am very lucky that my parent's didn't abandon me on the doorstep of an orphanage. Let me explain.
My natural temperament is less than angelic. Anybody (with the exception of Aunt Merrilee) who knew me as a tot will tell you, I was a handful. I was a strong-willed, violent, button-pusher, who was ticked-off if I things weren't going exactly my way.
If you are a parent you know that ear infections are of the devil. The Little Pirate, normally a very sweet child, morphs into a discontented raptor when he has ear infections, which he happens to have two right now. (I am accepting pity, thank you.)
Anyhow... How does this relate to the fact that I'm not BFFs with Annie?
I had 22 ear infections before I was 2. That averages out to ear infections pretty much every month of my life for two solid years. My poor mother. My poor, poor mother. If The Little Pirate is this temperamental, I can only image the little devil child my mom had to deal with day in and day out.
I called her today expressly to thank her for not giving me to an orphanage, nor selling me to gypsies.
I know there had to be days it crossed her mind.