Teachings

Over the past month I have contemplated my upbringing.  My oldest brother likes to point out, that as the only girl of four children, I was spoiled.  And I was.  To a point.  My mother always let me speak my mind and at times I would push that 'respect' line as far as I could.  Looking back I pushed it a little too far more times than I should have.  I was raised by a mother whose generation was expected to get married, stay home and raise the children.  I believe it was her way of rebelling.  Her way of giving me a specific independence.  And for that I will be eternally grateful.