Recollections of Babyhood

I was just talking to my Momma dearest. As was giving me words of motherly wisdom and encouragement she added, “I KNOW you will be able to do anything you set your mind on doing! You are determined and you DO things! No matter what it is! You came out that way!!”

She then recounted the story of how, as a baby, I couldn’t quite get the hang of how to crawl at first. But I didn’t let that stop me from going where I wanted to go, all by myself….I taught myself how to roll instead. I was a steamrollin’ machine!

crazy-haired, steamrollin’ child

My Mom would take me to playgroups with other ladies and their babies, and they’d have the Mommy talks,Β “Oh, how is she eating, how are her naps, and is she crawling yet??”

My Mom would always reply,Β “Oh, no, she doesn’t crawl….but she is DEFINITELY mobile,”

And the ladies would just smile and give a rousing,Β “Oh that’s nice.”

Until they’d been distracted for a while and suddenly couldn’t find me, and I turned up all the way across the living room and halfway down the hall.

Then they were giving a rousing, “HOW THE HECK DID SHE GET THERE?! You said she doesn’t even crawl!!”

“Well, I told you she was mobile.” was my Momma’s tongue-in-cheek reply…

mobility is for makin’ messes and eatin’ onions. YUM.

This story is pretty funny to me. But what’s even funnier, is that it speaks volumes about who I still am as an individual.

Even though this happened when I was less than a year old, the same basic personality traits can apply to my twenty-something self.

Impressive, ain’t it?!

I am so grateful to have parents around to remind us who we are, with simple silly stories like this.

Are there any stories from your childhood that you love/are hilarious/mean something to you?! I love hearing baby stories : ) and seeing others’ baby photos. It’s one of my hobbies. Not that I sneak into parents’ homes and look through family photo albums…that would be creepy. But if it happens to come up somehow, I secretly love it. So feel free to share πŸ™‚

love, rach

PS – I’ve noticed I’ve gotten quite a few new followers recently…and I don’t know any of you! Please say hello! I’d love to meet you πŸ™‚

4 thoughts on “Recollections of Babyhood

  1. I don’t have any fun pictures at this moment,

    I was completely in love with counters as a baby,

    and one sunday afternoon my parents placed me in a port-a-crib and pushed me close to the counter so I could try and climb on it to keep me sufficently busy.

    when they cam down about twenty mintues later they had realized that they had left an angel food cake cooling on the counter, I had managed to grab it and eat half of it. Ever since its been my favorite desert and I haven’t ever stopped being so determined!!

    hows life? hope everything is fantastic!

    • ahh Hayley I love it!! πŸ™‚ that is an awesome story! You definitely are determined still!!! Haha I knew there was a reason we were friends πŸ˜‰ miss you!

  2. I don’t have any pictures but I do have stories. I used to eat dog food, run around buck nude to play in the sprinkler, run through the bushes and weeds pretending I was riding horses (which resulted in the worst case of poison ivy ever contracted by a human being ever to date), and would pretend to have a menagerie of pets following me everywhere…just to start with lol

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