(these are kinda long so iam putting them in my blog spot instead of notes now)
I am number eleven of twelve children. Ten girls and two boys. Knowing that, guess how many new clothes I got. Once a year, we all got new school clothes at the beginning of the year. After that, they were changing hands all over the place. The thing is, I was built a bit different from my sisters. They were tall and thin, where I was short and stocky. Some would say heavy. I don’t know, but I was never thin. Never. Many times mom would bring clothes home, and say someone from work gave them to her. Their kids grew out of them. I wonder if she went to good will and just made up that story so we wouldn’t get embarrassed. Hmm, I just thought of that thought. Anyway, we would go through these clothes and find something that would fit us. I always had to have boy clothes. They were the only pants that would fit me. A lot of times, I would get the pants my big brother grew out of. If they fit me around the waist, but were too long, my mom would hem them. All my pants had to be hemmed. My legs were too short for the pants right out of the store. The girl clothes were always too small. I wanted girl pants so bad. For the longest time, I thought I had to go to the boys section of the store to find pants. I was always so embarrassed to buy jeans in a store. Now I just hate shopping. I am beginning to understand why here. Heyyyy, is this really a way to get over our personal issues?
I was the third girl of 4 kids with a younger brother. My sister's and I are all 15 months apart,. my brother is 3 years younger. My sister were really big and tall for their age and I was a little runt. That was lucky for me because their clothes never fit me. I loved when my mom brought home sacks of clothes from lady's at work. If she didn't we rarely got new clothes. We were allowed a pair of pants to wear and one for the wash. When I started sewing I would make myself some really funky jeans with sewing on patches and making them extra long so they would drag on the ground.
ReplyDeleteLOL!!! Just think.. in a year's time.. you are going to FULLY understand WHO you are.. Think of it as therapy.. and as a journal!! I was wondering when you were going to finally put these in a blog entry.. and not a note! lol. This way.. you can easily come back.. and read them. You should add the previous ones to your blog entries too.
ReplyDeleteOk.. nuff' bout' that!
So.. the man upstairs decided.. you would get to stand apart from your sisters.. I bet.. as you further explore your years growing up.. you're going to find.. that there are "gifts" that you were endowed with.. that they actually envy YOU about. He always gives us something.. for some.. it's a body.. for others.. it's how we learn.. and use our minds.. but, there's always something! If you've never asked your sisters.. ask them.. their response.. just MIGHT.. freak you out! lol. Maybe you're the better mom.. Maybe.. you're gifted with a natural "know how". Whatever it is.. just know.. it's something!
PS.. I"m one of nine! Six girls.. three boys. I'm no where near being the oldest.. but, I have always acted the oldest. ALWAYS. My mom.. is a psychologist.. and somehow.. she managed to really mess with birth order! lmao. We're all part of her "experiment" lol
ReplyDeleteMama, I am so loving doing this. It is like a bit of therepy. I have never thought of asking y sisters that question. maybe next time we all get together, after a few glasses of wine, I will ask that question, in a different form. Wehn i do, i will let you know what they said. we will probably end up all crying i our drinks. lol
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