Writer's Workshop

This week I am taking time out of my busy completely boring day to take part in Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop and here are the prompts....
The Prompts:


1.) Share something your child taught YOU about parenting.
2.) What do you remember most about your childhood bedroom?
3.) Tell us about something you broke.
4.) If you could change career paths now and be anything you wanted to be…what would you be and why?
5.) Write a post about your third grade teacher.


I choose number 2.) What do you remember most about your childhood bedroom?

My older sister JaLana and I shared a room as soon as the spawn of Satan was concieved we got the joyous news that I was going to have a younger brother.(I'm kidding he's not the Spawn of Satan....at least I don't actually think that today). Our bedroom had shag carpet and this wall paper that my sister and I hated. It was yellow and had great big sunflowers on it. Need I say more?

ugh!

you can imagine how horrified we were to have a room with decor as shown above. We wanted our room to look like this

and this is more accurate potrayal of what our room looked like...bless our mom's heart.

My sister is 5 years older than me and made my life a living hell whenever my mom wasnt around loved every second of sharing a room with her adoreable sister. We'd lay in bed at night screaming, yelling, and throwing things at each other having long meaningful talks about life and love. I may or may not have gotten a few spankings for breaking her Barbie Doll house, reading her "love notes" and sneaking out onto the driveway and hiding between the family Station Wagon (nicknamed the Dragon Wagon)and my dad's Taurus so that I could listen in on conversations she tried to have with whatever boy she had a crush on at the time. I may or may not have even gotten a spanking from my dad (which hardly ever happened) for kicking said crush of the week in the you know where.....

Needless to say I spent alot of my childhood in that bedroom mostly not out of choice...

I have had asthma my whole life and another memory I have is the noise my humidifier made at night. The humming sound and misty water that came out of it was comforting. My mom would put it all the way on the other side of the room and when she would come wake me up in the morning it would be right up to the edge of my bed. I did that so I could lean over and let the water soak my face and hair during the night... still to this day in the winter I use one and think of that tiny bedroom where I lay dreaming up how my life was going to go when I grow up...I'll let you know if any of those dreams came true when I finally get around to growing up.....

I listened to New Kids on the Block, Cyndi Lauper, Heart, Roger Miller, Duran Duran, any band that had hair that locks of love would turn down because of the amount of chemicals used on it in that room. I played with my Rainbow Bright, my brothers He-Man dolls, watched Smurfs and Alf and wrote in journal after journal in that room. 

As a parent I can only pray that my children have that own comfortable, safe, feeling about the space they take up in my house. I hope they write on the walls and ding up the trim, and hide my spoons in the bushes outside their window so that when we go to move and rip up the wallpaper, have company and have to explain that no we do not have monkeys for pets my kids were just playing, or laugh at how mad I used to get when I could'nt find my silverware.... we will be reminded that we have history. we have memories and we actually lived a loud, full life instead of going through the motions of a cookie cutter, tidy life.