My mother recently found an old business card that I had made in the 3rd grade (before I removed one ‘k’ to become ‘Niki’ and significantly before I actually started using my real name). Obvious questions aside, it clearly felt necessary to have a business card at 9 years old. That or it was just really fun to pretend to be important. At any rate, I think the email exchange between my mother and I that began when she sent the card might unravel some of the mysteries of my meglomania.
Mom: I found your old business card while cleaning out the bathroom! Not much has changed. Love you.
Me: THAT IS AMAZING!! Please keep and possibly even frame!
Mom: Do you even remember that?
Mom: That looks like a Grandpa idea. I’ve got it for you.
Me: It was your idea!!
Mom: Are you serious? I’m such a good mom!!!