Growing up, I had an afro, I was the sister of two bad ass brothers, and I played make-believe a lot. Most importantly, I had two badass brothers. These guys would argue over everything, wrestle, ride dirtbikes, and eventually play in a metal band together.
Due to my brothers’ often rowdy behavior, my parents nicknamed me “The Good Child.” Throughout the years, being “The Good Child” for me meant having privileges like sitting at the Big Table on Thanksgiving, gaining my own room as I aged as opposed to losing it, and calling the shots if our parents were out of town.
Although, I have to say, our parents did everything they could to keep things even. I remember the Christmas that my younger brother received a trampoline, my older brother received a guitar, and I received…bed sheets. On my birthday, following Christmas by one full month, I received more bed sheets. The gifts were under whelming, but I realized it was only because I had become accustomed to great reward.
Expected and good behavior doesn’t always reward, and often times, it is the rebellious ones who make all the difference. I do have to thank my brothers for their crazy ideas (e.g. jumping off of roofs and riding skateboards in the empty pool). They have influenced me to be my “baddest” and live my dreams. Today, that means learning something new every day – always coming up © .
Heather, The Good Child