Sassy Pants or Fire Starter? It’s About Perspective

Sassy
There were times when I was what I call a “sassy pants” when I was a little girl. I honestly don’t think I meant to be a sassy pants. I believe my behavior is what some people considered “precocious”, though to my mother it translated it as “smarty”.

Looking back on my little self, it was really a whole lot of passion in a very tiny little body.  I was full of life.  Inquisitive.  Stifled sometimes by circumstances beyond my control, I felt frustrated, and the frustration came out in, well, sass.

I had forgotten about this picture until today.  It makes me laugh, seeing me stand there so defiantly.  I have no idea why I was puffing out my cheeks like that, but I do know why I had my hands on my hips. I was being a sassy pants, as always. My mother would tell me that if I was smarty, God would punish me by making my hands fall off.  I would be terrified whenever she said this.

All these years later my hands are still in their rightful places and I have a little girl who is now the same age as the girl in this photograph. I don’t think of her as a sassy pants; she’s my fire starter. I am love with how her little mind works and how quick she is to remind me, “You mean your marbles, right Mama?” when I tell her I might lose my patience. A room becomes full of color and energy the moment she walks into the room, even on the days all of my energy has mysteriously disappeared at the hands of Disney Magic Clip dolls and My Little Ponies.

I am so grateful to have this little energy whirlpool running through my home. I love her questions about why it rains on Mondays but not on zoos. I work so hard to make sure she knows that we “are still best friends” even if she has put away her socks. And even if she will move away someday when I am so old that I “can’t even roll over in bed”.

As children, we were filled with so much passion and spirit.  Our bodies just couldn’t contain it all.  Where did it go?  How did we lose it?  Why do we work so hard to tell children to be themselves but then work harder to mold them all into the same?  Somewhere along the way my passion and fire starting kind of just frittered away… Well, I want mine back.

I don’t care if my hands fall off.

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I wrote and illustrated my first bestseller, "The Lovely Unicorn" in the second grade and I've been terrified of success ever since. Published by ShadowTeamsNYC and represented by Lisa Hagen Books

3 thoughts on “Sassy Pants or Fire Starter? It’s About Perspective”

  1. Dori Owen says:

    Love it!

  2. I'm still just a little precocious, aren't I, Wholly Jeanne?

  3. shoot, hands aren't all that, anyway, you adorable, precious, precocious child woman.

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