If I were a story, I'm positive I would write something completely clever as a beginning to my odd life-tale. Yes, I'm pretty positive that's what I would do. Unfortunately for me, Clever is on vacation and I got stuck with Weird ( a guest that never leaves.) That's alright though, at least it's not Boring. Such a Debbie Downer, that one...
How to begin..well I am a Bekah. A Rebekah formally, a Bekah normally, a Bex occasionally, and a Becky never. I'm a bit of a gypsy right now, without a place to really call home. But one day I will...and that will be a great day. I didn't always used to be this way though, I used to be another resident of the Burbs (insert rolling thunder and lightning strikes.) I like to write, which I do often in music and books, and I hope eventually that someone other than myself will actually enjoy them:] I have a couple of sisters and a brother that I love the majority of the time;) Incredibly hard times and horrible events in our lives could have easily ripped us apart, but I'm thankful God brought us through them and made us stronger for it. But it's been rough. Extremely rough. I guess I'll start with the "back in the day" stuff before moving on to the rough stuff. That's always a good idea I think.
I'm the youngest of the siblings, and as such, I learned how to properly give the 'squinty eyes' from my sisters. The true masters of the art of squinty eyes. Oh yes....there is an art. And I learned how to play army men from my brother, except that usually meant, staying away because girls aren't allowed to play with army men. It's an unwritten rule. We were wild. And that's an understatement....but we weren't 'dumb' wild, it was more like a 'clever' wild. I guess that could be more concerning than a dumb wild, but thankfully we survived. And so did my mother:) Most likely working those Angels overtime..from the sliding down stairs on freakishly large bodypillows that we were convinced would be completely safe, to the nosedives we took off our bunk beds onto the large pile of blankets & pillows. Even though it was a hardwood floor, mind you. But we were alright, until we got in trouble. That could be painful....but you know, it is kinda funny to remember my mom running to us while screaming, "Stop that! We don't have insurance!" Ofcourse we didn't know what insurance was, but we were fully assured that it was going to be something fun to do before we did it. Insured, assured...close enough to us. But we could have easily been injured seriously, or fatally for that matter. The reason we weren't: God's hand was upon all our lives protecting us inspite of our looniness.
A ten pack of ping pong paddles. How many packs were broken while disciplining out backsides? I just don't know. But we deserved it. And we learned not to be rude and dumb. Though we all have moments of the latter sometimes...:] I'm thankful that my mom cared enough to say no to us and to whoop the stupid out of us. It's a neccessary thing in life you know.
Seeing as to how this is only a beginning to all the things that swirl in my head and may eventually be written down here, I think it might be a good time for me depart. It's always a good idea to pace yourself in this sort of thing. Too much information at once could only cause shock..
2 comments:
I feel the need, to explain that though they may have seemed it at the time...they were not ping pong paddles. They were the thin kind that had the little rubber ball attached to the rubber band...which was removed, of course.
You were most definitely smart children! I'm thankful to say... and the type of 'whooping' you describe was only used as a last resort...which was seemed to happen too frequently. I do remember trying to discipline fairly, and never in anger. Sometimes I didn't want to discipline at all. But I knew as a parent, that the failure to discipline and correct you as a child would only harm you as you grew older.
I am thankful for the wonderful and talented woman you've become.
I call your wooden paddle and raise you a hot wheel track. (I'm saving Dad's belt for a really good hand!!)
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