I am always an early riser. 6:00 a.m. rolls around and I am out of bed and down the street to our neighbors house wondering if the boys can play.
The days were my own. And I filled them with everything possible. Kickball, digging, singing, building, singing again, dancing, acrobatic feats, sliding down the stairs, hanging off the stairs, etc.
Most of this was completed, and completed well, by lunch.
And then, one day…it happened. The worst of all things imaginable. The horror of horrors. The darkest day known to mankind.
I had to wear nice clothes. I had to brush my hair and keep it neat. I had to listen and get in line and sit down and walk, NOT RUN, and be quiet and behave and…oh forget it! The list is too long!
Even more excruciating than this was the learning and the producing of the learning.
“Look, Kara, if you do these math problems, you can color the picture.” (A sing songy tone accompanies this statement.)
I colored the picture and did not do the problems.
“Look, Kara, if you stay in line, you can have this sticker.” (Another sing songy statement.)
No skipping, no hopping, no jumping in line…and all I get for my great control is a sticker that looks like a rainbow?
My mama didn’t raise no fool!