Yesterday, I came home and decided to clean the house so I wouldn't have to do it on the weekend. I haven't vacuumed in three weeks and the balls of Sara's hair were approaching melon girth. With the music blasting, I danced around sucking them all up. It occurred to me that my adult habits are a reflection of my childhood. Well a reverse reflection (which is what a reflection is anyway, when you look in the mirror, you're not seeing what everyone sees looking directly at you) anyway. I realized that everything I had to do as a child, I'm loathe to do now.
Like cleaning my room. Taking out the trash. Doing the dishes. These were my chores to earn my allowance. I didn't have to vacuum though, so of course, now, I vacuum.
Then I started wondering what other things I'm opposite of as I was then. (Something's wrong with that sentence but I can't discern what.) I know I had to wear underwear when I was young. Giggle. Oh, and I had to take a shower every day. (Except when I was little and it was once a week. Those were the days.) Snicker. As I was sucking up the dust bunnies under the bed, I started questioning if I do things now I was forbidden to do then.
Let's see. I wasn't allowed to swear. I couldn't eat dessert first. (What a crock. Dessert is so much more satisfying if consumed first. After the meal, you're full, so the dessert is less delectable. Mom was right though, it could spoil your meal. ) I couldn't watch TV in the evening. And of course I couldn't smoke, drink and have sex. I was just about finished as I smiled, satisfied for having found a little key to my personality, and maybe that of many others.
We're rebels against the prison of our upbringing.
Then I thought, whew, I stink, and took a shower.