Sometimes I take a little pause in my day and contemplate eternity.
Sometimes I like to eat all four bars of a peanut butter Twix. (You have no idea how much I love the PB ones....caramel has nothing on it.)
Sometimes I fall asleep on the couch.
Sometimes I wake up at 0500 on a Saturday morning. (Like today)
Sometimes right in the middle of the day I get lost in memories and I have to shake myself from reverie.
I love the studies of human behavior and personality. I love to observe people and understand what drives them and makes them unique. I believe that some of our behaviors and pieces of our personality are shaped by our learned and ingrained emotional response. Childhood experience goes a long way in developing, for good or bad, how we will perceive the world and the people in it.
I think I've mentioned the birth order of my family. I am the youngest of three children and the only girl. All kinds of ammo with that information. Drama for days. We are all three less than four years apart in age, and I think we were probably a lot to deal with. Ever so many stories of mischief and it is always interesting to sit around as adults and hear what the others remember. Some things I have forgotten. Some things I don't recall even as I'm being described as a pickle throwing, explosive-but-darling angel. I am feisty to the core; I would not deny it, and I believe it has some correlation to birth order.
What is a little princess to do when she is always the prisoner tied up with ropes to the treehouse? Seriously, could I once have been the outlaw? Just once? A princess might also routinely be sent out as a messenger to ask for "group" permissions because it is believed she can elicit a positive response. This task is ALWAYS given to the baby of the family. I have seen it with my own children. I would hear plotting in the background and into the kitchen, eyes dancing, came Aaron.
Siblings make life. It just would not be the same without them. I often wished I had given my kids one more pal to lean on, but I just physically couldn't swing it. A sibling is someone who shapes your views; someone who knows all the dirt; someone who understands your roots; someone who shares DNA of the body and/or the soul; someone who loves you without question. The loyalty that you find in a sibling is worth all the bars of Twix, hands down.
I often am lost in reverie. I see a small girl with blonde, stringy pigtails, a walking advertisement for Dr. Pepper with an "I'm a Pepper" shirt atop a pink triple layered skirt. She is a fireball that for the love will not stop talking and will not sit in her seat on the bus. She eats all the peanut butter and chocolate off the Twix and eats the dry wafer last. She is the youngest child, the only girl. She is a prisoner. She throws pickles. She is very feisty.
Sometimes when she looks up to the heavens and wonders what it's like beyond the stars....
Sometimes when she takes a pause in her day and contemplates eternity...
Deep in her soul she knows how fiercely and protectively she is loved...and she hopes that all of her siblings will find out with her what eternity holds in the heavens.
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