Isn’t it funny how our memory works… or doesn’t?
I distinctly remember watching a movie (probably a Lifetime movie, but a few years before that was a thing) when I was younger in which a woman who had a baby with issues (I don’t distinctly remember the part about what issues the baby had) was suggesting that the reason her baby had issues was because she wore tight jeans when she was pregnant. I don’t know why that stuck with me all these years, but it did. Nowadays, I think back to that movie and think I must have missed the bigger picture. Like, the story has to be that she was doing drugs or drinking wildly throughout her pregnancy and when people called her out for it, she threw out the “nuh uh – my jeans were too tight” excuse. That’s really the only way it makes sense, right? My good friends at Google could not help me put the pieces together on this one.
I also distinctly remember my mother telling me about a woman who always wore her hair in a bun and never brushed it and a pregnant black widow (black black widow baby) spider nested in her bun and all the little creepy baby spiders bit at her head and killed her. This was my mom’s attempt to make me brush my unruly, massively thick hair (or at least not scream like I was being abused when she brushed it for me). Google did help with this one and apparently my mom isn’t this only person to try this story. But little girls everywhere rest easy: the story is not true!
In other Suspicious Things My Mother Said To Me, after watching something on tv about Michael Jackson (I think after or during his first child molestation trial), my mom said to me, “But he’s a great entertainer!” She will deny it to your face, and I was recovering from major jaw surgery at the time, but I swear she made this shocking statement.
I think about these things (how I likely grossly misinterpreted or believed what I was hearing when I was younger) when I think about what my son may be absorbing – and mostly, when I think about what he will be sharing with the world. When I worked with an after school program, I heard all sorts of intriguing details about people from their kids. My favorite was a little girl who described her father as the guy who sleeps on the couch in the basement and drinks beer all day. Yowza! Just some food for thought on this Monday night as you have conversations with your family and hear the television playing in the background. Little ears are always picking up things that they will surely distort and blurt out at the most inopportune times! And I bet some of my fellow bloggers have some good stories to share!