Mother's Day

I don’t remember much from when I was a child; coherent memories beginning from when I was about 8 or 9. Prior to that I only have scattered memories but I do remember one or two of my temper tantrums. Those two words would make most any parent shudder and any by-standers wince. I threw a dollhouse at a door. I would kick and punch furniture. In a word, I was a terror. I work to repress that temper and the manipulative nature behind it. I remember my mom holding me and saying, “We’re not going to do this anymore.”