Thursday, August 24, 2006

Too Hot To Handle

She goes through life like a main battle tank on full throttle, the sheer force of will and personality concentrated like a battering ram to push, break and shatter anything along the way.

Among my mother's grandchildren, she is probably the most assertive, the most vocal, as well as the most temperamental. A volatile brew indeed but in sharp contrast, she can also be extremely affectionate, funny, endearing, a ray of sunshine on a rainy and cloudy day.

Perhaps like others of her gender, she is fickle like the wind and unpredictable as the weather. That is perhaps one of the reasons why living with her can be an adventure in itself. One often feels like he is grappling with an untamed force of nature; yet there is a great exhilaration in the struggle when one knows, as the storm passes, all is sweetness and light again.

Perhaps God broke the mold when He made her but, in any case, the lines below describe her most appropriately. I will say no more.

There was a little girl Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good She was very very good,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

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