when i was about 3 or 4 i told my mom i wanted curly hair (which of course i have now and curse). i had lovely long hair and she took me to her friend who was a hair stylist. she CHOPPED off all my hair. it was short and curly. i hated it. i never said anything about losing the length. i just wanted beautiful, bouncy curls. she failed to deliver.

when we pulled up to our house i asked my mom if my hair would ever grow back. she said ‘of course!’
so, i told her i’d wait in the car till it did.

obviously, i didn’t quite have a grasp on how time worked…

in fact, my mom was telling me the other day that i used to ask her when i could see various family members and so she would show me on a calendar. she would count the days and at the end of the day she would X that day out to show that it had passed. well, i’m crafty. and impatient. so, i thought i could speed things along by Xing out subsequent days. she tried to explain to me that it wasn’t possible to do that, but i would just look at her absurdly and pull out my trusty (permanent) marker to prove to her that it could be done. she just didn’t know!

i’ve always been impatient. i want what i want and i want it N-O-W. my mom said i destroyed every calendar in our home with my markers and colorful X’s.

this makes me laugh because i’m still a fan of paper calendars and scribbling all over them. yes, i have a smart phone and i keep my digital calendar updated, but i insist on having a paper version as well…

i like that some things never change.