Tall Poppy Syndrome

So this little narrative I thought up after reading http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tall_poppy_syndrome
So I wrote it out… sounds a little awkward when I’m reading out out loud, needs to flow a little better, I don’t normally write like this.. figured I’d pass it along nonetheless…

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I guess I was a bright kid growing up… you know, one they always said should be getting better grades than what the report card read.

But I’ll tell you, when I was a wee lad, about to go to school for my first day my mother said the strangest thing to me. I remember everything about those few minutes, waiting for the bus on that early morning, and I’ll never forget a single detail.

As she buttoned up the last few plastic snaps on that hand-me-down raincoat, trying to hold back her tears at the sight of her baby leaving for the first time, she looked me in the eyes and said to me, “I want you to remember, when you’re in school to do good, but don’t ever do your best.”

My mom had always encouraged me to do my best. She supported my inquisitiveness, my creativity and even a bit of my mischief, so this advice I didn’t understand.

“I want you to member that,” she said, “don’t ever show ’em your best son, they’d just as soon cut you off at the knees than see you stand above them…”

And with that, she turned me to the open door, brushed some invisible dirt off my shoulder and said “I love you.”

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