When a baby is born we marvel at how perfect they are. We delight in their tiny hands and feet, the perfect fingers and the tiny fingernails.
However within a very short period of time we begin to label that small baby. ‘Oh she’s a slob’ or ‘she’s demanding’. We also decide from a very early age who this tiny tot takes after. ‘Shes laid back like her mom’.
As we grow up these labels stick. It is almost impossible to lose them no matter how hard we try. How do I know this? Because I have been trying to be re labeled for many years.
I hear you wondering what my label is?
i am generally thought of by my family to be scatty, disorganised, and in general a disaster.
Now I have managed to safely rear my own four children, qualify as a nurse, and live a productive life. Among my friends I am often asked to give advice and have been regularly trusted with other children, so I have to say I do not agree with my labels. Even after all these years I live in hope that I may one day change my families mind, and I’d especially love to change my mothers mind!
Tonight I am once again at home in Dublin. I have had a wonderful day, meeting an old friend and enjoying endless cups of tea with my mom. Sometimes I look at her and I imagine I am a step closer to shaking off that label.
However tonight I might have slipped up slightly.
It was getting a little cool earlier so I decided to put on my jumper. I went out to the car to bring in my overnight case only to discover it is still sitting at home in my hall!
As you can imagine when I shared the discovery with my mom she said “Ah Patricia you’re a disaster!”
oh well at least I gave her a good laugh.
****Please forgive all typos as I’m am using an IPad and it and me are not pals!
photo credit martin Gomel