Childhood

Posted on March 9, 2011 by bambifour

I grew up in a ‘well to do family’, blessed by parents who kept life ‘real’. I never remember feeling better than anyone else, always appreciated what we had and was happy, wanting nothing. I was number three and would become ‘mama’s girl’. Probably because I was her ‘miracle child’ and the first two were spoiled by grandparents. My sister, number 4 would become ‘daddy’s girl’. Eight years later the two boys were born. Four girls, two boys.

iI would become a Central City Flower girl, as my sisters were. Plus, we were all Debutantes. I never would have guessed how much life could change. Yes, I wish I could have given my children less to worry about, prevent them from being tormented by those who think they they were better than us, but at the same time, my children are caring and compassionate and though in my eyes, (of course) they are better than many of the ‘rich kids’, their current group of friends are the ones who ‘say it all’. When they show up at gatherings, everyone chimes in unison, “Yeahhh the B—— are here”. They treat others with kindness and respect and are loved for who they are. So yes, though times would be rough, I was blessed with four diamonds in that ‘rough’. Thank you God.