“MOM’s little helper…”I’m DOING”
I’m Doing
At and around age ‘two’… and I can not call my being ‘two’, terrible, because I was always… ‘Trying To Help’. A… “First child” is the family’s ‘learning on project’ – – since this “first child”… will be the one that everything is tried out on first, just to see if it works, better this way or that?
This “First Child” and in our FAMILY – – that would be “ME” – – was born under the “Sign” of everything being perfect in the household, and, you will have the best, perfect, quiet, well-behaved, no-nonsense child, that you could have ever – – thought to ask for. Most cooperative, always watching – – ‘how to do stuff’ – – and the ‘one’ – – that will do exactly – – what “SHE” did see – – you … bigger people do.
On one occasion… My Mother called, “Mary Ellen what are you doing?” I am guessing that no one saw me, and did not hear anything, for quite awhile. “Mary Ellen, – – what are you doing?” “I’m doing” “WOW” – Now, she knew, where I was, under the kitchen table, and the table cloth was hanging so long – – – that … she could not see me. When she pulled up the table cloth, she almost had … ‘ heart failure’. I had piles of sugar, flour, dry soap powder, all large containers of dry ingredients, mixing and making a whole lot of little piles – – just mixing the piles, and the different colors of powders – – just as I did when I would play out-side and doing just like in the sand box – – which was lots of “FUN for ME” – – and was always “OKAY” for ME – – even with my play-mates in that out-side sand-box…to be doing.
Years later – – my MOTHER had told me about some of the stuff – – that I would be doing – – and asked me… if I had remembered – – and the one thing that she enjoyed most about all the silly stuff that I would be caught doing – – MOM said – “She loved hearing those little words…” that I would say – – and the way that I would say them… “I’m doing” – – those words were “music to her ears.”
“Total Waste”. – – I just could not believe… that I would ruin so much good stuff – – just “DOING” – – but when “I’m doing” – – well what can one expect???
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