Little girls can be incredibly stubborn. I know this from first-hand experience. My mama used to tell me of an incident when I was about three years old. Apparently, I had done or not done something that called for me being in a form of Time Out and Mama set me on the couch. I promptly took myself out of that situation and crawled down. She set me back on the couch and, again, I got down.
Evidently, I did not feel that I should have to stay on that couch, as I spent the next hour, trying my dear mama’s patience. Remarkably, she returned the favor by returning me to the couch, over and over, again. If you had known my mama, someone who did not like to deprive her children, unless it was absolutely necessary, you would know what a sacrifice it was for her to follow-through on this particular disciplinary action.
So, for a little more than an hour, the female minds battled for power. Finally, and she always ended by saying she wasn’t sure how much longer she could have continued, as we had both reached a point where silent sobs accompanied steady tears, Mama lifted me by both arms and SET me on the couch, saying, “Now, stay there and don’t you dare get down!”
With those words, I must have decided that she was either more stubborn or more powerful because that is exactly what I did; I stayed there. Mama said that, once I accepted the terms, she only had me sit there for five minutes, but it was the longest five minutes she ever suffered through.
As was her custom, when the discipline was through, she held me and told me how much she loved me and how important it was for me to learn to listen. The lesson must have sunk in because she said I never did show a streak of stubbornness quite that extreme, again. Maybe, the lesson sunk in. Or maybe, I just decided that I should cut my mama some slack. Ya’ just never know with summa’ those rotten little girls. Rotten, rotten. Through and through. And I assure you, rotten is my middle name. Until the next time, keep a hug on.