I was going through some of my mother's stuff yesterday. This is stuff that has been in storage since she died and I never really looked at. Mostly b/c at the time I was so rushed and depressed when cleaning out her apartment I just did not do it. But yesterday I found my baby book in her hope chest. Which is pretty funny that she equated me with anything having to do with hope.
This book had things in it like who was president when I was born, the names of her doctor, the nurse and all that junk. There is even a chunk of my hair. Gross. The best part was....my first words.
These were dated August of 1975. I would have been less than a year old. So, right there, in her handwriting, under Baby's First Words my mom had written "She says Me and Don't"...
I'm guessing at that point she had to know things would not turn out like she wanted. The funny part was I was telling Andy about it and he said "So this has been going on since you were 10 months old? Jesus."
Like a personality like mine can just be developed over night. Eye roll.
I'm glad I found that. Lately I have forgotten to tell people DON'T and have just let them treat me like shit.