Thursday, July 9, 2015

When the Past Comes Back to Haunt You...

"Mom, did you really wear a bikini and overalls while driving a tractor"  - with complete disgust all over her face, these were the words that came out of my sweet daughter's mouth. 

I stood there for a moment, pondering rather I should lie to her, or should I buck up and tell this child
the truth.

I have no idea if there are photos out there to prove that I truly did this, however, I do recall my eldest brother having that same look of disgust on his face as I arrived to the hayfield one summer afternoon.

As I climbed aboard my father's Allis Chalmer tractor that was pulling his brand new hay rake, my brother said to me "you are really going to rake hay all afternoon dressed like this" - and I did.

My fashion choices have always been of question, yet I never dreamed they would haunt me nearly 18 years later, but they have.

As I continued to stand there almost frozen, staring down at my very judgemental daughters face,  I mustard up this response:

"Yes I did, but times were very different then, I didn't have kids, cellphones did not have cameras, and I am almost positive there is no physical evidence that day even occurred - only hearsay from your wonderful Uncle."  

She rolled her eyes, then said "well I hope the bikini and overalls actually matched" - which I am sure they didn't.

There are a lot of things from my past that I rather my children not know, but me driving a tractor dressed as a country girl swimsuit model, was the least of my concerns.

I giggle at the concern my sweet daughter had for my well being, I also recall dear old Dad telling me "everything you do today will come back to you in the future" - of course back then I only thought he meant if I drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes, or have premarital sex - I never knew he meant my wardrobe choices!



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