Revisiting Family Tales: How the ‘Devil’s Spawn’ Narrative Began
Every family gathering, without fail, someone tells the story of me being the Devil’s spawn when I was a toddler. Everyone laughs and jokes and says “I’m so glad she grew up to be the complete opposite” “She’s so much better now” “We don’t know who that was!” Yada Yada Yada.
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Nocturnal Mischief: The Nightly Adventures of a Toddler
Why was I the devil’s spawn?
Let’s see, I was a night owl, I was terrible when it came to letting my parents sleep at night. Every night, I escaped my crib for a new adventure. If I couldn’t wake them, I entertained myself. I always took off my pamper and let down my hair to run around the house.
Hairy Consequences: The Night of the Nair Incident
One night I found Nair in the bathroom cabinet and decided to style my hair with it. My mom cried as she watched my hair fall out as she washed it.
Climbing Expeditions: From Household Appliances to Snowy Streets
I loved to climb refrigerators and trees. I even left the house on a snowy night in jersey to walk around the neighborhood. Thankfully I kept my pamper on for that.
Defiant Tears: My Battles with Church, Car Seats, and Dining Out
I cried terribly when I was made to do things I didn’t want to do. Like go to church, ride in a car seat, or go out to eat.
Worst of all, I exaggerated my cries as if I couldn’t breathe and then let out the biggest snottiest mess that grossed out literally…everyone.
Even with all the whoopings I got, I remained adamant with my “terrorizing” behavior. My mom said I would lick my hand and wipe away the area she popped me.
The Family Verdict: Debating the Reasons for My ‘Diabolical’ Behavior
My family likes to go around the table to ask why I was like that. Each with their own opinion…”SHE WAS THE DEVIL” “She was evil!” “She missed her dad when he left for work.” Ultimately, they all end up saying, “Well whatever the reason, she grew up to be such an amazing person, I’m glad it was just a phase” etc.
Setting the Record Straight: Embracing My True, Unchanged Self
Well I’m here to say, jokes on them! I’m still the same person
. I am a free- spirited night owl TO THIS DAY. What they saw was my reaction to being constrained.
I still walk around my house with no undies and/or clothes and with the most freeing hairstyle of all…locs!
I’m still up at all times of the night and even sometimes running these skreets when i have enough energy.
I don’t climb anymore but I’m definitely still an explorer. I love going through the woods on nature trails and taking the roads less traveled. The only reason I no longer climb trees is because I got 39 year old knees and I’m scared of bugs and snakes. I’m still plotting on a hiking trip on the west coast where I will indeed be climbing canyons.
I still hate being constricted in a car, it’s very rare I wear a seat belt.
I still don’t go to church.
I’m still a whole brat and possibly evil when you try to make me do something I don’t want to do I just don’t blow snot uncontrollably when I’m unhappy. When my social battery is low, I retreat to a safe quiet place and recharge. So no one has to witness that part of my wrath.
Perception vs. Reality: How My Traits Were Reinterpreted Over Time
Long story short, people will chastise you for not understanding you. They may even come up with their own ideas of why you are the way you are. But stay true to you “Devil’s spawn”
The younger you portrays yourself without inhibitions but gets shaped by those you surround yourself with. This is neither bad or good. It’s life.
In the end, everyone at the family table loves me just for being everything I was when I was younger. I didn’t change. Only their perception of me change.
My “defiance” became strong willed.
My exploration became admirable.
My ability to wipe the pain away from someone who hurt me and keep it moving is now viewed as resilience.
My need for solitary became understandable as they respect my need to recharge.
My need to not be constricted is now viewed as free spirited.
And so on.
A Call to Authenticity: The Journey of Embracing and Loving Yourself
The importance of this message is to not lose yourself and change because people don’t understand you. Embrace yourself for who you are. Stay true to you. Continue to love you. And the people who are for you will always be there.
Musical Ode: Channeling Doja Cat’s Spirited Anthem.
*Singing*
MMm, she the devil
She a bad little bitch, she a rebel
She put her foooooooot to the pedallllll
It’ll take a whole lot for me to settleeeeee
– Doja Cat
