I was the youngest of four kids in my birth family. All girls. Mama said that I’d always be her baby. No matter how old I got.
I milked that for all it was worth.
When we'd play something like tag, as soon as I was tagged to be "it." I'd quit. I'm talkin' about when I was really little, like 4 and 5 years old. My sisters would complain about it, but Mama would take my side. I was the baby.
One day we were in our front yard playin' tag. A whole bunch of other kids, all older than I, were playing with us. Finally I'm caught. Right away I say, "I'm tired. I don't want to play anymore."
The sisters say that I can't quit. I have to play until I catch someone, then I can quit. Like that. 'Course, I know that if I catch someone then I won't want to quit. But, right now, I do want to quit. Don't want to be it.
I whine. Mama's sittin' on the front porch. She says, "Let her quit. She's tired. She's just little and she can't run as long as you girls can."
Oldest sister Mary says, "She knows exactly what she's doing. She'll quit and then after someone else is 'it' she'll want to play again."
Whoooops! I whipped my head back around to look at Mama, sure that now Mama would be on to me! I almost got whiplash. But Mama, sweet tiny Mama just smiled her Mona Lisa smile and looked at me. "No. She won't do that."
Well, because of Mama's faith in me, I sat out a couple of other people being "it." Then of course I put myself right back in the game. After all, I was the baby.
I've just been tagged with two tags. But I'm not going to be "it." Mama says I don't have to. That Mama. So sweet.
I'm still the baby. Mama said I'd always be her baby. So there. ;-P