I have a fun little story to tell y’all today. It’s a story of resilience and perseverance, dating back all the way…to when I was just a wee baby.
I was just remembering this story the other day when I went home to visit my wonderful parents. My dad always tells me this story about him, my sister and I. Whenever my sister hears this story, she says she can’t remember, but it definitely sounds like something she would do…
The set up.
I was a very tiny baby, not even walking yet, definitely under the 18 month mark to be sure. My precious sister is about 6 years older than me, so at that age, she’s coherent and talking and making memories.
One day, my dad was at home with just my sister and I. My mom had taken my older brother somewhere, probably to the store. We were all in a small room and everyone was bored. Although can’t say that I was bored because I was a baby and can’t really remember.
My dad picked up this book; it was a baby book that they would read to me with colorful and fun pictures. As he picked up the book, it piqued my interest, because even back then, I was a sucker for a good book (#booknerd4lyfe). I crawled right on over to where he was sitting, but he wasn’t really paying attention to me and tossed the book over to my sister, who was sitting across the room.
Now here is the crazy part of the story, I FOLLOWED the book. I crawled right on over to my sister and looked up at her expectantly with my tiny baby eyes. It was like a lightbulb went off in my dad and sister’s heads.
They started throwing the book back and forth, like a game of catch. But each time they threw it, I would follow the book. So I crawled back and forth as they tossed it back and forth, back and forth. The only noise in the room was my dad and sister’s incredulous giggling and my tiny baby body shuffling across the floor, hauling ass trying to get to this book.
Because I was a baby at the time, I don’t remember this at all. But I’m 99% sure that baby me was super indignant about this treatment.
My dad always likes to tell this part very specifically, but apparently they DID feel bad. They eventually gave me the book, but were very impressed by my perseverance in getting this item. They underestimated my love of books.
BAM! Life lessons from baby me. Perseverance eventually pays off…and can create pretty funny family stories.
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