I’ve always wanted to be able to wear bangs. If there was anything I wined about when I was little, it was the fact that I wasn’t allowed to have bangs.
At one point I tried cutting my own version of bangs, with mostly disastrous results. One side would lay flat and the other would stand up all crazy like.
My grandma (dad’s mom) had a wicked sense of humor. Raising 12 kids in the middle of the depression, I often wonder if she developed her sense of humor to keep her sanity. One of these days soon I’ll do a proper post on this wonderful lady. Today I want to tell you a short story.
We were visiting grandma one weekend when I was four or so. Like I often did, I was whining about not having bangs. “Kathleen has bangs,” I’d say. “Why can’t I?” Grandma then told me a story that I took to heart.
Grandma explained that when I was a little girl, she and dad took me to visit Uncle John’s cows. As we were leaning over the fence to pet the cows, one friendly cow licked my head and caused a “cow lick”. She told me that not everyone is so lucky as to be licked by a cow. And that because of that, my hair wouldn’t lay down in the place where the cow licked my head.
Somehow, she made me feel very special. I was (and still am) very gullible. I believed this story. It wasn’t until I was telling this story, many years later, to some friends at school, that I realized just how crazy a story it was. I was quick to laugh with them and pretended I knew all along that it wasn’t true. When I later went home and cried to mom and dad that I had believed it all these years, they were shocked. They didn’t remember grandma telling me such a tale and certainly wouldn’t have believed that I bought it, hook, line and sinker.
So, be careful what you tell your children and grandchildren. There is always that chance that they might just believe…. and believe… and believe…Now, how many weeks before the Easter Bunny comes…