My first memory occurs when I'm four yrs old. My fraternal twin and I and my then 1yr old brother were sitting for a group picture at a professional photographer. I even remember the flouncy puffy dress my sister and I wore...ITCHY! While the photogapher was setting up and playing with stuffed animals to make my brother smile, I got an idea. I have a little flat mole on the palm of my right hand. It is almost completely faded how, but my Mother called it my "beauty mark." She made me proud that she loved it so! While waiting for the photographer, I told myself to be sure to have my palm up, so I could get my beauty mark in the picture. Alas...my beauty mark never got seen.
In retrospect I see a lot of my personailty here. People pleaser (I think many nurses are). Though after years of therapy, I'm better. And trying all I can to make my mother happy. My mom was mentally ill, so it doesn't surprise me that I longed to make her happy. Guess I picked up on something not right with her even at 4. Kids are so intuitive!
In retrospect I see a lot of my personailty here. People pleaser (I think many nurses are). Though after years of therapy, I'm better. And trying all I can to make my mother happy. My mom was mentally ill, so it doesn't surprise me that I longed to make her happy. Guess I picked up on something not right with her even at 4. Kids are so intuitive!