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Today is my mom’s birthday — Happy Birthday, Mom!
We didn’t realize it at the time, but when I was 6 years old, my mom was prophetic.
The year I was in Second Grade, for some reason I got stuck in the middle reading group, and I was bored. I finished the entire semester’s worth of reading in a few days, so my teacher gave me the workbook for the second semester, which I finished that afternoon.
Eventually, the school got wise and put me in a more challenging level, but in the meantime, I started adding curlicues to all of my letters. (Clearly, I was a child who [thankfully] found quietly creative, rather than disruptive, ways to act out!)
Mom and Pop liked to say I was the reincarnation of a Medieval monk, and were convinced I was going to grow up to be an artist.
I, on the other hand, found that notion ridiculous. I was going to be a vet!
Just goes to show you, Mom is always right!
