Until now most of my stories have been more “grin” than “grit.” However, my goal with this Blog is to eventually tell stories about my life to help others learn from their past and make positive changes for their future. My past wasn’t in your face brutal, like with many kids, but it had a subtle poison to it that has taken me many years to determine what went wrong and why. Learning from my past and changing is critical to my happiness.
I wrote this story a few years ago when I was in the beginning stages of looking back at my life after my parents died. It’s a start to identifying the “grit” in my life – what makes me who I am today.
“ Good kids are like sunsets. We take them for granted. Every evening they disappear. Most parents never imagine how hard they try to please us, and how miserable they feel when they think they have failed.” Erma Bombeck
Have you ever been in a position where you made a knee-jerk move and realized it might be a mistake? Then wondered how in the heck you were going to get yourself safely out of the situation – like trapping a rattlesnake? Hmm, maybe that wasn’t such a smart move after all. In my case, I’m going to blame The Three Stooges, as if it hadn’t been for them I may never have pulled this stunt.
When my mom got angry at me, she had this nasty habit of hitting me. So, like with that angry trapped rattlesnake, I had to figure out how to keep out of her way! Now, the good news here is that my mom was only 5’4” tall. So this maneuver is not recommended for short people! Remember how Moe would hold off Curly by planting one hand in the middle of his forehead? Curly would just keep swinging and not even touch Moe.
One day, while watching The Three Stooges – I do remember that part. What I don’t remember is why Mom was so angry at me, but she was headed my way with steam coming out of her ears and her eyes bulging. I knew I was in deep trouble. Suddenly, like a jack-in-the-box, I popped out of my chair, and before either of us realized it, I had planted my hand right smack dab in the middle of mom’s forehead. The good news here is that by now I was several inches taller than Mom, so my reach was long enough to keep her away. However, like with that cornered rattlesnake -WHAT was I going to do once I let go? Thoughts were frantically running through my head and being discarded equally as fast as I was attempting to figure out a solution to my problem. I didn’t know how long I could hold Mom off, as unlike in The Three Stooges, I realized she could knock my arm away if she had chosen to put up a fight. Then the miracle of all miracles happened… Mom started to laugh! Now, I was worried… was Mom’s laughter an evasive maneuver, and was I going to be in even more trouble than when I initially planted my hand against her head? Plus, my arm was weakening. What was I going to do next! However, Mom truly was laughing, hysterically, which managed to defuse this tense situation.
So, The Three Stooges actually saved my butt. I should have written them a Thank You note as Mom never hit me again.