Tuesday, January 12, 2016
As a new year is upon us, most people resolve to do things they know they are not going to do, such as lose weight, go to the gym, be better people, etc. I have long been an advocate of making good changes throughout the year, whenever the evidence suggests a change is needed. I don’t know if this is because I have a pragmatic personality or if there were something in my past which haunted my subconscious? All I know is I recently found this when I was going through the Scrapbook my mother made for me many years ago.
This was written when I was in second grade, at the tender age of seven. I feel sure I truly meant to feed those rabbits and I remember owning them for a very, very short time. It appears the upkeep and well being of those rabbits was a sore point with my mother as I was uncharacteristically succinct in my resolution. I didn't even illustrate it, y'all.
I feel the conversation went thusly.
Dusty (dutifully completing his homework): “Mommy, what does resolve mean?”
Mommy: “It’s when you promise to do something.”
D: “Oh, ok. I have to resolve to do something this year. My teacher said.”
M: “You need to resolve to feed those rabbits we bought you and your sister.”
D: “That doesn’t sound fun. I want to resolve to do something fun.”
M: “Write it down, son. I want to see it in writing. In 1978 I resolve to feed my rabbits. That is all you will have time to do. That and making your bed. Now go find your sister (dutifully avoiding her homework, I feel sure). She's going to write it, too.”
D: “Yes, ma’am.”
I remember the rabbits disappeared quite suddenly one day and I’ve never known if it was due to my lack of feeding them and their subsequent death or if we were disinterested and they died from neglect or if my mother tired of us “forgetting” we had them and sold or gave them away. I truly do not remember interacting with these rabbits other than the day they arrived. And this is from a kid who played with Legos too far into high school to admit; if I liked something I was invested, y’all.
Only the souls of those poor rabbits know their fate. If my sister knows, she’s not telling.
You see why I don’t resolve to do anything, people. It could lead to death or worse…chores.