Monday, October 1, 2012
We already have one of those
I think the easiest thing and hardest thing about my growing up years was being Marianne's little sister. It was easy to be her little sister because I had a stellar example to follow. I had a built in friend and confidant. She taught me many things and discouraged me from bad fashion choices (just not often enough--photographic evidence proves that.)
On the downside, she was all that and a bag of chips in our little town and I was her little sister and that's about it. She was everything I was not...outgoing, tall, popular, athletic, successful in every little thing she tried.
I was...wait for it...her little sister.
Our mom, of course, because that's her job, told me that I had my Things I Was Good At too.
(Oh yeah? What?)
She assured me they were there.
I was pretty sure she was just saying that.
One day, at parent teacher conferences, Mr. Swabb, the history/government teacher, told my parents that he wished I was more like Marianne. (Get in line buddy, we all do.)
He said, "Marianne made more comments in class. She'd argue with me and debate. I wish Thelma was more like that."
If my mom wasn't already Mother of the Year in my eyes, she earned it in her response, she said, "We already have a Marianne. We want a Thelma."
My mom saw something. She saw value. It took me awhile to come around to her way of thinking and see it for myself. You can bet your bottom dollar that I hung onto my mom's words though. She didn't want me to be like Marianne. She loved Marianne as much as the next guy...probably more...but she wanted me to be me.
I did too.