I don’t think I was a bad kid, growing up.
Curious, independent, stubborn, maybe a little fearless. But not bad.
To get an accurate picture, I guess you’d have to ask my parents. Specifically, my mom. Dad and I drove her crazy during my formative years (which are apparently ongoing even today). I didn’t always understand her perspective then, as children so rarely can, but as an adult my respect, love, and sometimes pity for my mother as an individual, not just a family figure, renders words inadequate.
Thanks, Mom, for taking care of me in ways a lot of moms don’t and can’t. For letting me be my own person, even when it tried your patience to do so. For having a sense of humor and being willing to adventure with us. And mostly, for putting up with me still.
You’re the greatest. The coolest. The sweetest. The best.
I love you –