“Peas to Mash Potatoes”

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When I was about 9 yrs old we were sitting around the table at dinner time. For some reason I remember I was sitting in my Mom’s seat which was across from Dad. Mom was in one of her moods so she was in her room. My Dad had a few beers which actually turned him into a clown. As the rest of us were eating around the table I started getting hit with one pea at a time. It was something my brother would do, but it wasn’t him. After a few more times I figured it was Dad.
“Stop ,” I said, laughing, but he kept it. 

“Come on,” he said, “throw them back at me.”

I looked around for fear of what my mom would do if she caught me. Besides I didn’t want to throw them at him, he was my Dad. But he kept it up, pushing and pushing until I finally flipped the mash potatoes I had on my fork at him hitting him in the face. He roared in laughter, and said, “I knew you had it in you.”

It seemed that life was that way as I grew up. I just wanted to be nice to people, but there was always someone out there pushing my books out of my hands, talking behind my back, or demanding me to do this or that for them. I was always shocked by these people who were suppose to be my friends. I had a hard time believing that they could be so mean to me. Maybe I was making it worse than it seemed, always giving others the benefit of the doubt until they pushed me too far. They were always as shocked and surprised as my Dad was when the mash potatoes went flying in their face, and they still are to this day.

I asked dad years later, why’d you do that to me. He said because I knew you were too nice for your own good, and if you didn’t learn to stand up for yourself the world would eat you alive. I haven’t been swallowed yet, but it is difficult to keep climbing out of the mouth of those who try. 

Eat your peas, please don’t throw them. 

About connieszone

I've come to know myself as a unique individual expression of God. I love that there is only one me in all the world. I'm still learning, growing and experiencing all the wonders that this life has to teach me. I live, move, and breath in this shell of a body God has given me, and together we travel. He see's, hears, taste, smells and touches all that I experience through the individual personality that I am. I believe He exist in each one of us for the same purpose. I am a daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother and friend to many. I love to write and express the many thoughts that swim around in my head. I love to read. I'm a creative crafty kind of person. I love being in my garden. I've been working on my families genecology for 25 years. I think that about sums me up for now.

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