An Abnormal Childhood

Say goodbye to the dog & get to school!
I took today off so I could be a “normal” mom for the first day of school. I’m usually on television during the morning hours. But today, I was able to make breakfast and help my middle schooler with her hair. My husband used to say “I don’t do braids!” By kindergarten, she wouldn’t let him even brush her hair in the morning. She’s quite independent now, telling me just yesterday, “I already have my outfits picked out for the first three days.” That’s after she insisted we make a special trip to her school yesterday in order to decorate her locker and make sure everything is in order.
She reminds me of me. By 7th grade, I had already decided on a career in journalism. I love writing and words (which explains my Scrabble addiction). I can’t recall my parents ever making a big deal out of the first day of school. It was just a given that I’d go and try to excel.
My parents owned a Chinese restaurant throughout my childhood. Hard work. Long hours. We spent little time at our house. I’d go to the restaurant after school to do my homework in a booth and then help out as a hostess or waitress. I was a student council officer, cheerleader, gymnast, German Club president, school paper editor, you-name-it. My parents only heard about my exploits. They weren’t around for much because they were always busy working.
But it’s that work that allowed for my college education and career in television. I’ll be back at work tomorrow morning. My daughter has no problems doing her own hair.







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