The Ribbon Drawer

When I was younger, read birth through age ten, we had a ribbon drawer in my kitchen growing up. The ribbons were for my hair. Every color of the rainbow so as never to clash with my outfit. Anyone who knows me knows that these ribbons were not my idea, that credit belongs only to Mom. There were many knock down, drag out back-alley bar room brawls in my house over the wearing of ribbon and eventually I always ended up wearing one. I hated bows and the ribbons they came from and thought I always would. But at the previously mentioned wedding I wore a ribbon in my hair, circled around my up-do with the pieces flowing down my back. So one of my old babysitters, Alyssa, was at this wedding and she comes over to me and says, you still love ribbons!! I had to break it to her that this was my first ribbon back after over a decade away from the ribbonn world. I'm not sure if ribbons are going to make a comeback in my life but how crazy is it for your past to come trotting out of left field in a grass-stained uniform after missing the pop-fly. So maybe it turns out that my mother wasn't so wrong about ribbons and bows, maybe this is all a sign that I've truly changed from who I was then as Kelly claims to some one who enjoys blue satin ribbons. But in a house where the ribbon drawer has turned into a very large ribbon box, maybe it isn't such a bad thing to dress things up a little bit in case it turns out I am actually a grown up, but I feel like actual grown ups say adult instead.