UNO
Here’s a tale of the first time it occurred to me that the Service men and women don’t make that much money for serving our country.
I was playing on the picnic table out back with a deck of brand new UNO cards. My mom had come outside and told me that the weather was going to get bad and I had better come in. “Don’t forget those cards,” she had deliberately said to me.
Well, long story short...I forgot them.
I remember the rage that over took my mother. She couldn't even wait for the storm to end. She thought that if we went after them right that minute, maybe we might still catch them all. She dragged me all over WoodHaven in the middle of a thunder storm. She was determined that we would find every single card. Of course they were ruined, so I didn’t get why we had to bother finding them all. Couldn’t we just buy a new deck, was all that rang through my mind and dribbled out of my mouth, prompting a glare from my mother and only prompted more yelling. That wasn’t the point that she was trying to make to me that day. I’m actually still a little fuzzy on the objective behind this lesson. Was it a desperate attempt to teach me responsibility for my possessions, to give a hoot and don’t pollute, or was it just Stay at home Mom gone Mad? It’s funny to think back on this now, but back then my mom’s drama could be a little freaky at times.
I was playing on the picnic table out back with a deck of brand new UNO cards. My mom had come outside and told me that the weather was going to get bad and I had better come in. “Don’t forget those cards,” she had deliberately said to me.
Well, long story short...I forgot them.
I remember the rage that over took my mother. She couldn't even wait for the storm to end. She thought that if we went after them right that minute, maybe we might still catch them all. She dragged me all over WoodHaven in the middle of a thunder storm. She was determined that we would find every single card. Of course they were ruined, so I didn’t get why we had to bother finding them all. Couldn’t we just buy a new deck, was all that rang through my mind and dribbled out of my mouth, prompting a glare from my mother and only prompted more yelling. That wasn’t the point that she was trying to make to me that day. I’m actually still a little fuzzy on the objective behind this lesson. Was it a desperate attempt to teach me responsibility for my possessions, to give a hoot and don’t pollute, or was it just Stay at home Mom gone Mad? It’s funny to think back on this now, but back then my mom’s drama could be a little freaky at times.
(Don't worry...my dad will move to another state in a few years (military thing) and she will redeem herself as Supermom...don't give up hope!)
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