My Mom must have realized that she was in for it after I was born . . . she didn't have any more kids after me:)
I was the kind of child who would hide when it came time for school, the kind of kid who said things that you hope your child never says, the kind of teenager who was incredibly sarcastic and was happiest secluded in my bedroom with freshly sharpened drawing pencils, bristol board, and music. Certain people told my Mother I was her "problem" child and those who didn't say that to her probably thought it. My Mom would smile and not say a word. She lived with me, she knew I was challenging, and yet she didn't just tollerate me. She loved me. She loved me enough to know that if she sent Dad in to deal with me, I would turn out just fine:) . . . My Mother is very wise.
I don't really know what people consider a "problem child." I guess everyone has a different description. If my Mom could have somehow known I would have "turned out okay" she probably would have been able to breathe a little easier when raising me. It's not easy being a mother and hearing you have a potential "problem child." Not very many people pour on the encouragement to young mothers, but rather beat them down with critisism. Lucky for me, my Mom was able to disregard the critisism -- she could care less what people said (unless maybe they'd already raised kids). Not only did I turn out okay, but my sisters are really great!
So thanks Mom for never giving up on me! Hope you had a Happy Mother's Day!