She ain’t scared of horses.
I’m carpool line blogging so that means typing with my thumbs and no editing. Roll with it.
Alyson is 10 today. I had lunch with her at school and for the first time ever, we enjoyed it outside in fabulous spring like weather. As we ate our smuggled Subway wrapped in clear plastic so we didn’t break any school rules, we started reminiscing of about her wild days. I got so tickled, I had to ask her permission to blog her wildness. She gave me the ok.
The 3rd child is much different from the first. I don’t have to tell you because you already know, but it’s a much more chill situation. But Alyson was crazy, and it was little bit of a shock to Jon and I. The boys were always good mannered and minded us well. Alyson came onto the scene with a bang. So many times we shared the “holy crap what do we do with her” look between us. My Momma’s advice was “heck if I know. You never acted like that.”
When she was a toddler she was a stark raving lunatic. She was a feral child. In her younger years, I got frequent calls from the school. She had “bit one of her friends.” I remember thinking, “it sounds like Alyson does not consider this person a friend.” I wondered, “will this keep her from getting into a good college?” One time I got a call that she had made “terroristic threats”. I prayed on my way to meet the principle, “Help us Jesus. She has threatened to blow up the school.” To my utter relief she had just told a boy she was going to “poke his eyeballs out with a fork.” Sheww. Thank God.
My favorite story though is when we’re standing in a very crowded El Nopal in Rockmart. It was right after church and everybody and their mama was eating Mexican for lunch. I had her dressed like a doll. She had on a violet Strausburg dress that her Nana had monogrammed for her, a bow the size of a cantaloupe on her head, and white stockings and patten leather shoes. She was a sight for sore eyes. I had her on my hip as we waited amongst Rockmart for a table. I was looking cute too. She started to slide down my hip because of her tights, so I kinda bumped her back up to get a better hold on her. She hollered “Ouch Momma!! You are squashing my nut sack!!!”
In the past 10 years that wild child has grown into a lovely, fierce young girl. She fights for the underdog. She loves with all her might. She don’t beat around the bush about nothing so don’t worry about her wasting your time. She is honest and loyal. Her laugh, or should I say cackle, is more contagious than anything in this world. She ain’t afraid of horses. She ain’t afraid of anything I don’t reckon. She’s smart as a whip. She can sing like a bird. She loves Jesus. She’s the only other woman that has her Daddy’s heart. She’s my girl. I love her. Happy 10th birthday to our wild one.