I saw this on pinterest and had to write a post about it. I'm the baby in a family of 6. My closest sibling is 7 years older. I was the baby and treated like one. My mom did spoil me as she knew I would be her last. Don't get me wrong....I truly enjoyed it!
My mom babysat for a 2 little girls, who were just a bit older than me. I was jealous of my mom's relationship with these 2 girls. If only I knew then that their real mama left them with their dad and he was a single parent. My mom was only showing them some mama love that they needed. I truly was a terrible kid. I hate to admit it now...but, it was true.
Roxanne was in kindergarten (half days then) and my mom made us lunch. It was french toast. I was mad because Roxanne could eat more french toast than I could. I can still see her face gobbling up all the french toast. I don't know what came over me, but I had the fork in my mouth and flipped the end of the fork and it flew in the air and stuck in Roxanne's forehead. Like I said...I was rotten. She screamed and my mom came running over - the fork still stuck in Roxanne's forehead. My mom pulled it out and there were 4 bloody hole marks. This all just minutes before the bus came. Roxanne was crying. I don't know how my Mom stood me some days!
I can't even justify this behavior. God is a jealous God...he created us with that emotion. I've learned to curb it somewhat...but, my crazy sometimes wins.
Blessings from Wisconsin.