Lessons Learned
My parents had 7 children. I'm number two. That means that I've never been the boss (that's Heidi) or the baby. Unless you count the 20 months before Ellen was born. Funny, I don't remember it. Yep, jipped out of that experience. (I have issues.) (Me, Ellen & Heidi) It was a different time and discipline was, of course, very different as well. My mom did have moments of genius, though. One of them was her way to get us to stop fighting. Three little girls, close in age? Oh, yeah, we fought. Slapping, hair-pulling, and, if I was involved- scratching. (What? I had freakishly long nails at a very early age.) After a bought of slapping/pulling/scratching, my mom would separate the melee. Then, she would make us face each other. "Now," she'd say, "if you want to fight, go ahead. Hit each other." Blank stares. "Do it. Hit. Each. Other." At which point the two girls involved would dissolve in tears. "We don't wa...