Memories

When I was a little girl, I one time cut my sister's hair. I think I was around 6 and maybe she was three. Here is the story....or my memory of the story (be warned I have an awful memory).....

We were home with our Dad and we were bored. He took a nap on the couch and left us to our own devices. I decided Mindy's hair was too long. I easily convinced her of the same (big sisters always rule). I went and got the scissors and she and I went out on the front porch while my father blissfully slept on the couch. I cut her hair only on one side because well...I guess at the time it seemed like a good idea. I'm sure it looked beeeeeuuuutiful. I was pleased as was Minner (of course!). We go through the rest of the afternoon with our Dad. After his nap, he got dinner ready and Mom was on her way home. He never said a word about her hair and I'm sure I thought that was a really good sign. Trouble? Hah! I laugh in the face of trouble! So--fast forward to we are sitting at the dinner table when Mom got home and I remember them talking about the day blah blah this and blah blah that. I was only six, I'm sorry to report I cannot recall the exact conversation. Suddenly, everything seemed like it was going in slow motion. You know the look you get from your Mom that says something is terribly wrong? Or you can see her looking at something and you can tell by the look on her face (I'm sure I do it now to Noah) that something is terribly wrong? That was the look on her face. She was staring in the direct area of my sister's HEAD. Uh oh. I think she noticed her new stylin' haircut. Doh. I remember feeling like I had that 'pit' feeling in my stomach. I knew something bad was about to happen. Chairs screeching and lots of hollering and my Dad getting up from the table saying something like, "I didn't notice it!" Then I KNEW I was in T R O U B L E.

Maybe I got spanked, maybe I didn't, I can't remember. Funny thing about memory/memories, you tend to forget things you don't want to remember! When it got to the part of the story where I had consequences.....well, I think I tuned all that out. Typical eh? Maybe I'll get my Mom to fill in the blanks. :) I just know that whatever I doled out as a kid, is gonna come back at me times ten I'm sure. So I'm bracing for what may come but knowing it'll be nothing but memories. Sweet memories.

I remembered this story today when I came across a picture of my sister and I when we were tiny little. My GOD we were sticks and bones we were so dang skinny. What happened? Anyhow, in this picture, we were standing on the very porch I cut her hair on. And snap bam boom, I remembered it like it was yesterday. It literally jolted the long term memory part of my brain and I chuckled. Funny stuff. But good stuff. I hope Noah has fond memories like that he can look back on when he grows up. Kinda makes everything come full circle....

--J