Even though I was
the only girl, with four brothers-
I had very little time with my mother
to just chat.
Mom spent many hours a day
with household chores – and I knew
if I hung around too much – she would
find a task for me.
Dusting. Vacuuming. And the
most dreaded: ironing!
The one time in the week she spent on girl-time
was Saturday night. She would prop me up on
the kitchen table, put some styling gel on the
ends of my very, straight hair, and set small curls
with metal clips.
That was the time I could tell her
a few of my woes. Besides living with all boys,
I also had to carpool into town for Catholic school. Thus,
I knew only one girl in the neighborhood to play with.
Besides all that – in every class I was the youngest, due to my
Fall birthday – and most definitely the shortest!
I can’t say my mother gave me much advice for
navigating life. But on those Saturday evenings,
with the smell of Dippity-do in my hair – she
made sure I knew that:
“The Best Things Come in Small Packages!”