It can be difficult to understand those of us who are our parent's only children. As the only child of my parent's marriage and My mother's only child, after their divorce, my mother raised me differently than perhaps some of my family and friends. I was never raised with the sense that I couldn't achieve, no matter how long it took. As a kid, I always played "in charge" of something in my finished basement with friends or stuffed animals. I'm sure there is a picture somewhere of me and my stuff animals or friends around a table where I'm telling them what to do. Bossy? Perhaps. Friendly and creative? Definitely. See, very different!
Also, I didn't like to share. For instance, sharing my toys was NOT in my vocabulary , LOL and honestly I still don't (men, money, etc). But, I loved to have parties, be around others, go to events and be in organizations. I was never the type that wanted to stand alone all of the time. I was blessed to have a mother that tried to make me less of a brat and more of an outgoing person. So, I learned to have parties where I allowed others to play with my dolls ( occasionally, lol) and realized that it was OK for others to lead.
I didn't ALWAYS have to be in charge.
Thank you mamma.
-Sherri M. Littleton
Last week's Post:
https://sherrimlittleton.blogspot.com/2021/06/surviving-my-mothers-death-part-18.html
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