Okay, my two oldest grandaughters just went of to school this week. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I keep thinking back at my childhood and remembering how aweful things were for me. I remember in the sixth grade. They had combined the fith and sixth grades so the the room was half and half. We had a teacher called Miss Thurman. She was huge and she wore pop bottle glasses, theriputic nylons with a seam up the back and she always had a handkercheif in her wristwatch. She would give us an assignment and then leave the room to roam the halls in search of other teachers to pass the time with. The minute she would leave the room the two Peggy's in the room, (both were blond and popular) and they would say, "Who can draw the ugliest Jeana picture in the class. I was humiliated since even the dump fifth graders joined in. I would keep my focus on my desk until the laughter at each picture would prove too much and I would run out of the school and home. Home wasn't much of a reprive because there was no comfort there, but at least I was away from the two Peggy's and their torture for a time.
But you have to remember, my circumstances growing up in the home I did made me insecure and very much a backwards child. My grandchildren are the total oppisite. They are happy, well rounded and very loved. They will do well because they won't be a target like I was. I know they'll be alright.
I am so thankful to my Heavely Father for listening to me so many years ago when I attended a birthday party for a friend who let's face it, felt sorry for me. She had the most wonderful home and family and at seven years of age I swore to myself I would have a family like her's some day and I did. My heart is overwhelmed with greatfulness and love for my Father in Heaven.
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