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Thoughts From Bully: Because I'm Your, Mom!

I was rummaging through some papers the other day and came across this classic family photo. It was Easter Morning 1958. My sister Janet and I were dressed to the "T". It was a perfect Sunday morning. The Bunny had shown up with the baskets and they were filled with colored eggs, candy, hog head cheese and that hollow Chocalate Bunny in a box. I swear my sister Donna could eat the back out of her Bunny so slow. It would be June before she made the first nibble that scarred the chocolate on the front of the Bunny. Don't even think about touching those yellow candy eyes. Once she'd start eating the front, she'd start at the bottom and work her way up so eventually she'd just be holding the head in her hand. The ears were last. She'd carry them around and it looked like a brown hotdog.

Anyway, back to the photo. Mom had the day going great and she took this photo. Look at my happy little face. A real cutie. Well I climbed in the backseat of the car and crawled up in the back window to look out as we drove to church. This behavior could have a parent incarsirated today. I then took off that hat. She said, "Put it on." I said, "No". She said, "You better or else." I threw the hat out of the window of the moving car.

The next part is a little cloudy. I remember the squealling of tires. The slamming of a car door. The opening of the door next to where I am sitting. Then like a ride at the State Fair, I was jerked out of that car and was soon on my way to pick up and put on that hat. At first I pitched a fit. Flopping and whalering in the ditch. I said a few more No's. It then came time for that "or else" part of her previous statement. I then proceeded to get my butt whipped on Easter morning and I had to where that stupid hat anyway.

Easter is upon us again and I hope all of you remember your families on this day and celebrate the greatness of life. On that Easter Sunday in 1958 I received the greatest love of all. Discipline! Parents have hard decisions to make constantly but not on this day. Her reaction to my spoiled attitude was automatic. She said, "You are wearing that HAT....... You Got It!" "Why!!!!" "Because I am your, MOM!"



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