Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Insecurity Begins at Home

Oh yes it does.

One day, you're warm, happy and secure in the center of the universe.
You've got your parents right where you want them. Your dad brings
cookies in the middle of the night. Your mom cuddles you close and
coos in your ear. The dog curls up under your crib and keep intruders
away. Life is perfect.

Oh yes it is.

For, oh, nine months or so and then you're shoved aside.


So okay, you block out the wailing and adapt. You learn patience. You have the run of the house.

For, oh, nine months or so and then you're shoved outside. Where it's cold
So you zip up your grubby hoodie and learn resilience. You are a survivor.

                                Oh yes you are.
                                                   
                                                                                                              
Then they let you back in the house and, yep, there's another one, but you, secure in your role as numero uno, are serene. You are grace and confidence in big girl panties.

For oh, nine months or so.
                                           


You begin to question the judgement of your elders. What where they thinking? Well, you voice your opinions because you are nothing, if not, diplomatic.

Of course you are.

For, oh, eight years or so.

But nevermind. Accidents happen and you're a preteen. Life is perfect. You are patient, serene and confident. You are a survivor, for oh, a day and a half.



Then you look up, see the glint in Brat's eyes and realize that you are a bundle of insecurity.

Of course you are.

First Wed of Every Month                  Thank you Alex







83 comments:

  1. But can you be secure in your insecurity? Securely planted in an insecure situation? Hmmmm.

    But that doesn't diminish the gene pool; it simply makes the gene pool (how shall I say) "more interesting."

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    1. Come to dinner Rob-bear, you'll fit right in.

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  2. That last pic is priceless! As the eldest in my family, I totally get what you are saying. I cracked up at your accidents sentence~

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    1. We called Brat the accident until she was twelve years old. That was the year Mom started saying she had babies til she got one right.
      Brat is Mom's clone.

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  3. But you're the sweet, pretty one! Although your sister does have that wicked gleam in her eye...hmmmm.

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  4. Is Brat insecure? With the name nickname Brat, I was just wondering. That is an adorable picture of both of you. Brat kind of looks like she is up to something though.

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    1. Noooo, Brat can't even spell insecurity, and yes, she's always up to something.

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  5. Your Mom really shut you down with that comment: I kept having babies until I got one right." Hard to come back with a zinger to that one.

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    1. Yes she did and forty years later it is her favorite retort.

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  6. Hahaha... I was the princess of the house for over 5 years... until my sister came along. I don't think I've ever forgiven her!

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    1. Younger siblings are here for our entertainment. Why else would we have them?

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  7. HA HA! Very cute
    Thanks for stopping by and following me today. And thanks for telling me about Scribophile. I will have to check that out.

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    1. Hi Heather, it's a pleasure to meet you.

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  8. Lovely pictures, lovely story.

    Thanks for sharing, and for visiting!

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    1. Thanks for following me home Yolanda. Let's have coffee and a little chatty-chat.

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  9. Love this -- everything about it. Thank you for sharing.

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    1. You are one funny lady Alexis and I love the pics on your blog.

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  10. It is surprising how self confidence can be such a sure thing one minute and drain away to nothing the next. Insecurities are always waiting to get a toe in the doorway to your psyche.
    Great and creative post! ;-D

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    1. Aint that the truth. Have a lovely day Lexa.

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  11. Love this! So true of our life journey.

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    1. Thanks Barbara. Life is pretty dadgum fun.

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  12. geez, that sounds like my life.. yet, i was #10 of eleven children... you'd think i would be lavished in attention, but i wasn't.. i was just another irritant in our big 'ol family...i seriously earned my share of insecurities...

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    1. The stories you could tell. Your older sibs better mind their P's and Q's.

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  13. Thanks for sharing these cute pictures!

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    1. Brat has never taken a bad picture. One of her many sins :)

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  14. This is great! I love reading about siblings...me being an only child and all. :)

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    1. Oh but you have all those spirited kids to chase around. I bet you're a marvelous teacher.

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  15. Such a comfort to know that we're not alone. Everyone gets insecure one way or another. Hopefully, we outgrow it at some point.

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    1. Yep, we grow up, we get around our sibs and we regress. Good times.

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  16. Ha ha - lovely post. And great pictures - especially the last one...

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    1. That picture captures Brat's personality.

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    2. Brilliant - I may have to make her a character in my next book.

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    3. Brat should be experienced in person. Address please, I'll send her right over.

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  17. LOL! Love it!! Thanks for stopping by The Hatchery and leaving a comment.

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  18. That was funny! I was the younger one though.
    Glad you enjoy the IWSG.

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    1. Say ... can I speak to your eldest sib?

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  19. Thank you for visiting and leaving a comment on my blog. If you hadn't I might not have have come over here. I loved your post. It's really cute.

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    1. What a face! This is one well loved pooch. Thanks for following me home Mara and have a fantastic weekend.

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  20. I love this. I'm seven years older than my sister and nine years older than my brother-- who was the accident?

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  21. So THAT explains my younger brothers and sister! I KNEW I shoulda spit in their Cocoa Puffs when I had the chance.

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    1. Dear Al,
      One must tolerate a younger sib but they can not be explained.

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  22. More please. I love family stories!! The greater the dysfunctional, the better. Awesome pics.

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    1. What makes it so fun is we all like each other. Well, at random intervals :)

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  23. Oh, no! I guess I'm the 'brat' in my family of step-folks and half-siblings. However poorly my older siblings may have treated me when I was little (when I was about five yrs old my sister goaded me into picking up a bee 'bees our are friends' and then it stung me), I take comfort in the fact that I will probably out-live them.

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    1. Oh no! My best friend was evil to her little brother. He got even by whipping out his willie and hosing her down. He was four but you should have heard the blood curdling screams.

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  24. I pushed my younger brother about fro years, then the wee bastard not only grew bigger than me, he ended up the captain of the school rugby team and beat me up in revenge.

    Insecurity reigns.

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    1. Quirk a brow and tell him revenge is the mark of a petty mind. If he doesn't laugh, run.

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  25. Fabulous post, Kelly. I guess we all know what it's like when we have younger siblings. Your comment made me smile on a busy morning!

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    1. Happy to make you smile Pat.
      I enjoyed your post on premonitions and Nostradamus. Can't wait to explore your blog.

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    1. I <3 crime writers. Ah Heck, I <3 all writers. Have a splendid day Rebecca.

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  27. This is such an honest post that it is quite refreshing. I really enjoyed reading this.

    www.modernworld4.blogspot.com

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    1. Just a silly little ditty that I've been singing to my parents for fifty years. You post was far more honest. Kudos Gina!

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  28. Very interesting post, loved the pictures.

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  29. I was numero dos. Of nine.

    Either you work out a balance, or you go under. Of course balance for one means hiding under the bed for another, but you can't win them all.

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    1. Too true Lauren. Beamer always says she's number two but she tries harder.

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  30. Good gravy. You looked EXACTLY like Marsha Brady!
    Geniusness, as always, my friend.:)

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    1. Ah the grade school years. Marsha Marsha Marsha.

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  31. Of course you are :)

    ........dhole

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  32. Oh Lord, I can't say much, being the 5th and an after thought myself. Dawn totally beat me to my comment though because I was thinking, How can you be insecure when you look just like Marcia Brady : )

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    1. That was then. Now I look like David Cassidy in his Partridge Family years.
      According to my mom, the accidents and after-thoughts are treasures.

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  33. I will have to share this with my sister.. she was 7 years old and the youngest of 5 when I was born. She freely admits she spent the first 2 years of my life trying to get rid of me!

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    1. Uh-oh, the baby replacing the baby. I can only imagine.

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  34. Sibling rivalry has been there ever since the times of Adam and Eve. So why not now? As long it is harmless and fun:)

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    1. In our house it gets a lot of lip service for laughs but no real heat. Thanks for the visit.

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  36. I love this blog! I was third oldest of eight so where do I start? First up best dressed.....

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    1. Interesting, the third in our set is a clothes horse. I wonder ...

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  37. WHERE have you been? Missed you around the blogosphere. Get busy, eh?
    -Cathy in Muskoka

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  38. As a good friend of Brat, I can honestly say that that last picture truly DOES capture her! :)

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    1. Right! Then you know that look means trouble for the rest of us.

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