My mom hates this picture. I posted it on a social media site not long ago and she just about flipped her lid. That’s me, on the left, and my brother on the right. And yes, he is, as a matter of fact, drinking a beer. A Natural Light, to be exact.
She didn’t believe me, so I pulled up a pic of an old school Natty Light can, and it’s pretty hard to deny. For the record, this wasn’t a regular occurrence, hence the scandalized hands-upon-the-head, and the need to document the moment with a polaroid for posterity. I have no doubt my mom wasn’t around that day, because she wasn’t in the habit of feeding her toddlers alcohol.
Nevertheless, I love this pic. I can almost feel the heat that would have been beating down on our heads, and the sticky humidity that came along with it like a big bully of an older brother. Nostalgia comes in all shapes and forms, sometimes even in an old photo that irritates your mother.
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A beautiful idea. I must sit down soon and write my daughter, EmiClaamre. She is 21. They grow up too soon. I use to write a letter to kids (I also have five sons) each year on their birthday. I don’t know when I stopped. I have two daughters that are angels. I did write Roxcy in November on what would have been her 18th birthday.
Hmmmm, this could have been taken from my family album! I grew up in the tall pines of southeast Texas.