The Introduction Of Grounded For Life

My mama was visiting my Grandparents in Michigan when the call that changed their lives arrived. My daddy, who always wanted a daughter, was preparing his sermon in Chadron Nebraska and couldn't get mama home fast enough after getting the call.

*Side Note: Personally, after experiencing the *cough cough* joys of childbirth, a phone call saying the child has arrived is the way to go*

My brief time to enjoy being an only child was the drive to Michigan, where I slept on a pillow on the armrest of my daddy's mustang. First stop, my aunt's house, where my first night was spent in a drawer. *which could be why to date I still don't like this aunt in question* Yeah, talk about making one feel welcomed into the family. So my "handful" tendencies began early, every noise I heard I'd scream through the night and finally out of pure exhaustion my daddy slept in a rocking chair holding me. Now, that is more like it!!! Something that became a natural source of sanity for my parents ~ I became spoiled very early in life.

As a toddler, my family describes me as, "strong willed" and always on the run. The only time I'd ever let anyone touch me would be when nightfall hit and I was placed in what I obviously thought of as a "prison". I was always into something I wasn't supposed to get into and always considered the flirt. Why they complained beats me I would always get my daddy out of tickets when I was with him driving even as a toddler.

When I was three we moved back to my daddy's hometown where I still refer to as my home and not long after living there it was time for me to enter pre-school. That was not such an easy adventure for my parents. Let's see if I dare give this run down.

My first day at pre-school ended by lunchtime when my daddy had been called and I had been kicked out of school. The teacher described me as "the devils spawn" and as daddy was leaving the building with me the teacher just said "good luck". Apparently, living in a small town, one's younger years follows them through life. I managed to land in a pre-school that would keep me, but my time was usually spent in the corner. My parents even to date still tease me about being the only child they have ever heard of being thrown out of pre-school only a few hours in attendance.

My elementary years were first spent in the restroom of the class with a desk and the whole nine yards, and then I graduated to a desk with my own name on it, in the principal’s office. My parents swear that is where I first began my typing skills. Hey at least something good came of all that other than learning some major issues about my parents.

As you can see I was a misunderstood child and even as early as pre-school teachers didn’t appreciate my one liners and ability to joke about just about anything. Maybe it was because they were usually at the, but end of those jokes, but talk about being sensitive.

It was early in my youth where I came to the conclusion that my parents took the individual at the home’s advise to heart and immediately enrolled in a parenting class that I appropriately call “Torture 101” for my daddy and “Guilt 101/102” for my mama. A class that is obviously no longer available to their off springs. I feel I must also mention, not only did they ace these classes, take notes and refer back to them frequently, but also obtained extra credit, I would be adopted by overachievers!!!

My parents pulling their forces together is a child’s worse nightmare in the form of parental control. And my children think they have it bad, it still amazes me how these overachievers I call my mama and daddy, lose their memories when “grandchildren” enter the picture.

GRANDCHILDREN ARE GOD'S REWARD FOR NOT KILLING YOUR KIDS