Once upon a time, in a sleepy little Alabama town, a beautiful southern belle and her handsome husband brought forth into this world a pink-cheeked baby girl. The genteel lady cried with happiness and said, “Oh! I’ve always wanted one of those!”
As the baby grew into a little girl, she had a head full of red curls and she could be quite mischievous. During those times, her Mama would take the little curl right in front, wrap it around her finger and repeat a little poem that went like this:
“There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very, very good … but when she was bad, she was horrid!”
Oh, how that little girl grew to despise that little curl, because she could not figure out where it came from, and why it made her be so naughty at times! Of course the little girl eventually grew up, married, had babies of her own, and the little curl was no longer the bane of her existence.
It happened one night though, that she came across a photo of her precious little Mama, and lo and behold her life-long puzzlement over her curls was solved. You see, her Mama had that same little curl when *she* was a little girl, and now it all made sense! Her Mama could be quite mischievous herself, and now the grown-up little girl knew why … and she had proof. She was the spitting image of her Mama … horrid little curl and all!
Happy Mother’s Day, Mama!
I love you! ♥