I have always been a talker. Ever since I was able to babble, my mother tells me I talked incessantly. I remember, as I got older, always living in my own little pretend universe. When I got too old to pretend out loud, the pretend world existed in my mind. I occupied myself when I was bored by daydreaming up stories.

It’s no big surprise, then, that I find myself blogging today, is it?

Well, it’s nothing short of poetic justice that my daughter is the spitting image of me. Not only physically, but personally as well. The girl is like the energizer bunny. Questions, stories, songs, make-believe, conversations with her dolls, conversations with her foot, I kid you not. The child never. stops. talking.

This trait has it’s benefits. We both have lots of friends and can make conversation easily. But sometimes it can be a problem. Neither of us seem to know when to STOP talking. And nowhere is this more of a liability than at school. When there is a roomful of other children who also want a chance to talk. And a teacher who would like to do some, you know, teaching sometimes.

All my life, my report cards looked the same. I made above average grades, and I was obedient and respectful. But every report that ever came home said something along the lines of, “She talks to much.”

Well, C came home with her first report card this week. The teacher filled out the evaluation with high marks in almost every section. The only part of the report card that had less than stellar marks was the “Listening Skills” section. The teacher added a notation in the margin to explain the lower score: “Likes to talk.”

Then the comments section goes like this: “C is doing great both academically and socially. She sometimes talks out of turn but that is because she is so social! She is very happy in school.”

Yep, a chip off the old block, that’s what she is!