One of this week’s WordPress writing prompts was to write about a picture that is worth a thousand words. I was supposed to write fiction about a photo posted along with this WordPress challenge. But since I am more of a narrative nonfiction kind of gal, I decided to write about a real picture from my life that was worth a thousand words.
Taking care of my mother once a week this last year or so has given me the opportunity to pour through some great old photos. And this was one of them that made me laugh, and that represents a thousand words.
My mom’s very short-lived second marriage resulted in two step brothers whom I had no affection for, no matter how hard I tried. One of them wet my favorite sleeping bag on numerous occasions and the other was just bratty. (Of course this was my view of them at the time. They ended up growing into quite nice young adults when I met them again many years later.)
This short-time stepdad wasn’t particularly fond of me. Which made me not super fond of him. He liked my older sister better. I actually heard him say something like that one time to my mother when he didn’t know I was listening. Sweeeeeet. Way to make a kid feel AWESOME. Quite the ego booster. Clearly, we were tight.
Needless to say, on outings with these “step brothers” who received the majority of the attention from their guilt-ridden father, I was often left to feel like I was just along for the ride. And I was damn fine to pout about it and make it quite clear how I felt.
To me, this picture says all of this without any words. I have never been one who is able to hide what I’m feeling, and this picture is more proof of this. My horrible, pissed-off pout is classic.
As far as something to be grateful related to this…. hmm. Let’s see, I’m grateful for the laugh that this photo gave me when I came across it. And grateful that I am a little better able to hide my feelings now when necessary. But I’m also grateful that I am secure enough to be a genuine, what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of person 99 percent of the time. I don’t leave many wondering what I’m thinking (read Open Kimono post: https://lifeonwry.com/?s=kimono#). Which means that I end up with friends who are also genuine. And that makes life a heck of a lot easier.
Can you think of a picture of yours that is worth a thousand words?
SO many. I’ve been going through old family pictures for my memoir. Each of them holds a story worth telling. Telling the story of our past is so freeing. And so revealing…
Just wish it wasn’t so hard for me to tap into sometimes.
Just be ready when it comes. In my experience, when it decides to come, it pours out. Just be ready…
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Wow. I’m half laughing at the little girl pictured here, standing her ground and refusing to smile (hey, you don’t have much control over anything in your life at that point–smiling or not is a good weapon). I’m also half crying for the beautiful little girl who heard, felt and knew that an adult charged with caring for her… just didn’t care all that much. No child should have to know that feeling (or even sense it). A parent’s face (step or not) should light up when you enter the room. Glad that relationship was short-lived.
You are so cute and are definitely standing your ground 🙂
I see a little girl with a lot of gumption.
Lordy, girl, that’s the first childhood photo of you I’ve ever seen. You are so INTENSE (in a pigtail way).
This surprises you?
My mug shot.