Adrienne, Kindergarten 1982
Today, June 1, 2011, my baby is 33 years old. She was such a precocious little girl. Always outspoken and still is. If you meet her, you will remember her. I am of the opinion that she inherited all the loudest genes from both of us.
This is an excerpt from The Book of Adrienne:
Captured in my mind, a picture in time ............. too bad I didn't have a camera in my hand. Adrienne and her friend Carolyn standing on the curb, waving goodbye as we drive away. Both dressed to the nines and giddy with laughter. They think her dad bears a close resemblance to Fred Flintstone as he drives my little VW bug.
My baby. She will always be my baby. When she laughs, she laughs loud and when she cries, she cries hard. She does everything that way. Only way she knows how. She came into the world demanding the full attention of everyone in sight .... and got it.
When Adrienne was in second grade, I was PTA president at the elementary school she attended. This a thankless task that every parent should be made to endure at least once. But, like all children will, Adrienne made the most of her status that year. Our house was only three doors down from the school and I could hear her voice clearly when her class was outside during recess. She possesses a strong will and is adept at making others see things her way, but that year, she was often heard saying "My mommy is President of the PTA, so you will do it my way."
Her teacher had also taught her older brother and was apt to complain that Jeffrey talked too much. Mrs. Chester wasn't a strict disciplinarian and never did separate Jeffrey from his best friend, so he talked all year long. She never complained about Adrienne that year, but she did retire at the end of that school year. Adrienne made all the decisions about who sat where and drew up the seating chart for Mrs. Chester. Her class always won the attendance award for the parents visiting on PTA nights. I don't even want to know how she motivated her class mates to encourage the parents to participate. A little overbearing for a seven year old? Perhaps ........
Happy Birthday, Adrienne