Friday, October 9, 2009

Dear Mom

I am pretty mad at my mother this morning. I know I should move on from the things that happened when I was just an adorable spunky little girl, but she gave me some seriously bad advice. 

I remember it well. As she tucked me into bed that nervous night before the first day of first grade…(eyes go crossed as mist descends)



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Me: Mother dear, you are so judicious, what words of wisdom can you drop like pearls on my pillow on the eve of Mrs, Crandell’s first grade class?


Mom: (Wrinkling her beautiful unwrinkled forehead with intense wisdom-gathering) 
"My darling daughter, remember this: Life is not a popularity contest."


I fell to sleep dreaming of riding the big yellow bus, repeating those words over and over…life is not a popularity contest, life is not a popularity contest, life is not a popularity contest.


But I woke up this morning to news that Barack Obama has won the Nobel Peace Prize. Geez Louise! I knew I should have tried the popular route. After some fierce googling I came up with the advice little Baracky got before he went to first grade. It went something like this:


Popular!
You gotta be popular!
Better learn the proper ploys
With the girls and boys
Little ways to get adored
Figure out how to promise all
When you’re playing ball
Anything they want to hear.


To be popular
You need to look over seas!
Need to hang with the right cohorts
Continental sorts
Like France and Italy
And soon those kind of guys
will give you the Nobel Prize
‘Cause you’re so popular!


So thanks a lot Mom, if I hadn’t listened to you and had concentrated instead on being popular, I could have cured cancer and warts by the time I was thirty.

5 comments:

Sam and Melissa said...

I love this post. Your post sums it up perfectly. What a joke that he got that award.

{Steve and Amanda} said...

"Wicked" Remix?

I seriously laughed out loud when my husband told me that. I thought he was joking. Darn popularity!

Anna M said...

Oh, please, you ARE popular.

Nobel Shmobel. Arafat, Gorbachev, Kissinger. They ain't all Mother Teresas.

And maybe if you PROMISE that you will cure cancer and warts, you might get the prize, too. I PROMISE to put punch in all the water fountains, does that count? ;)

Emily Widdison said...

Great post. You are too fun to read and I'm glad I don't have to wait until Christmas card time to read you. I didn't know you had a blog...I think you and Janae will be my favorite reads.
and about those Rhoda Peter awards...I'm already a recipient.
I was going through all my old letters and pictures a few weeks ago and came across a heartfelt, gut-wrenching,life changing poem from my good old young women days. I'll have to get it out and remind you of it. Thanks by the way, I love it still.
I think you are way way totally popular. If that helps.

Amy said...

Nice poem. Your smile in your picture looks just like your mom's!