When I was little. I was what they called a ‘wild child’.
I am sure so many people thought I was a lost cause.
In church, I was that little girl that people would avoid to sit by.
My hair would never be done ( I REFUSED to let me mom do it… she brushed it so rough)
I would never sit still, listen, talk in a quiet voice, and I would sometimes skip primary.
Oh, sue me.
I had an attitude that would make Britney Spears look like an angel.
Infact, I was so wild… that when we ever went to the mall, or quite frankly anywhere with civilians,
Mom would tie a velcro band around my wrist that with a cord
(that totally looked like a curly telephone cord),
with the other end being attached to her wrist.
I was 6.
6 years old.
I would try to break free and run for it.
But that telephone cord was sturdy.
It would rebound me back within a second.
I am suprised I didn’t think to gnaw through it like a rabbit.
Oh, how those days haunt me.
But more than that, they make me laugh.
I have to thank mom for keeping me in line (most of the time),
and for not smuthering my energy of fire.
Instead of making me fit a mould, she just smoothed out the rough edges.
I thank her for that.
Oh gosh! I am scared for when I have kids… I know I have to pay my dues. gulp.
Here is a little appetizer of Janelle getting ready!
She created her own jewelery.
Her mother made her veil.
Her shoes were FABULOUS.