Flashes of Memory

Saturday morning Zander and I slept in a bit. Sometimes in the morning, somewhere between being asleep and being awake, I have weird random thoughts that run through my head. Ok, you caught me.....I pretty much always have weird random thoughts running through my head. But, these are generally weird random memories.

This Saturday I woke up thinking about Eggbert!

A couple of weeks ago I read JK Rowlings new book The Tales of Beedle The Bard. One of the fables in her book references a person named Eggbert...and that triggered some deep memories - because I used to know an Eggbert.

I went to gradeschool with him and his twin sister, Eloise. They were both chubby kids as I recall. Eggbert, unfortunately, was one of those kids that sweat a lot and always had a bright blotchy red face....after having put forth not a lot of effort at anything either. Because of the sweating problem, he didn't really smell that great either.

Kids are mean, and I was no exception. I should have been nicer....I wished now I had been. I don't know that I was exactly mean to him to his face, but I'm sure I talked about him behind his back. He was always the last one picked for any games we played. I remember one of our teachers didn't like him and she was always very rude to him. I think that made me lay off of him a little bit, because that made me feel sorry for him. I don't think I ever stood up for him though - and I should have.

Their parents named all 3 of their kids with names that began with "E". The older brother was Edward, I think. I always wanted to get my hands on the mom and shake her and ask her "Why Eggbert, you calous B*(&*ch!!!!) I mean, didn't she know what kind of ridicule she was opening her son up to???? Why not Ethan? Evan? Elliot?

Later on I became good friends with Eloise. I went on a couple of family trips with them (no, I never shook the mom....turns out the dad was the weird one, she divorced him and married a nice guy that was a Pastor). Eggbert started to get better looking as he got older, thankfully for him. They moved away before we went to highschool and we never kept in touch. I wish now I could see what he's up to. See what kind of adult he is. Did we permanently damage his self esteem?

I never did tell him I was sorry.

Anyway, I don't know why he popped into my mind. I think every once in awhile God pops a long lost memory into my brain so I can process it and see what I think about it now.

Now I am ashamed of how I was then. Why didn't I know that then?

I guess Saturday was a big memory morning, as I had 2 flashbacks.

The other one was something I had done that I actually thought was a good thing.

My friend, Keri (oh my, my story with her would be its own blog) and I were walking home from jr. high. We saw a 7th grade boy being beaten up by three 8th grade boys. She and I weren't really the kind to call for help - so we jumped right on in there and saved that kid's butt! I've always been a bit verbally intimidating apparently and there was rarely a need for anything physical. I have no idea why anyone ever thought of me as intimidating - I may have over confident, but at times it came in handy. Regardless, we thought we had done a good thing for the kid. I mean he was getting punched in the stomach when we found them.

But, no - that kid was so mad at us for getting involved. We were kind of stunned and didn't say anything....but we were both thinking "You ungrateful little snot."

I guess he was afraid that he would be made fun of because 2 girls saved him from getting his butt kicked. If he had thought about it some though...it would seem that the 3 boys should have been more embarassed at that fact.

I stood up for him and didn't even know his name.

So, if there are any morals to learn from these stories to pass onto Zander, I guess it would be:

You should always stand up for yourself and for those that are weaker than you......

its the right thing to do!

You are the one that has to live with your actions.

Regret is a hard pill to swallow - try not to have too much!

Oh, and Zander....if I could take on 3 boys in junior high when I was a little snot....I can still take you on when you get older....so don't give me any crap!

Love you, honey!