Too High of Expectations

I, unfortunately, am the type of person that is usually disappointed by things that are hyped. I always find myself going into situations with high expectations, only to be disappointed. Today, I learned that this is a trait I inherited from my mom.

Many of you have heard me talk about my niece Annie. She is 4 years old going on 34, she has A LOT of spunk, is teeny-tiny, and very trendy (thanks to me). Today we had the opportunity to attend church with my brothers’ family and Annie greeted us at the door. She was just darling (dressed by Target) in her form fitting sweater dress and boots. This is the conversation that took place between my mom and me on the ride home:

Mom: Wasn’t Annie just so cute? There’s nothing to her. She is just so little.
Me: I know! Did you see her down the bag of candy? Where does it go?
Mom: I don’t know. Her dress was so cute. I always wanted you to wear dresses like that, but it never worked out.
Me: Why not? I would have rocked that outfit when I was Annie’s age.
Mom: No, Dayna. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but we tried it once. You didn’t rock anything.
Me: Excuse me? What are you trying to say?
Mom: You were chubby. I had such high hopes for you and that dress, but your rolls ruined it.
Me: Well, I liked my curves.
Mom: So did I, just not in dresses.

Sadly, we have proof that I didn’t have Annie’s build, but the build of a wrestler. Also, proof that mom had too high of expectations for that dress.