My Dad was always on Mom’s back about babying us kids. She worried too much, and she needed to let the kids be kids. Whitney came running into the house one day crying and holding her arm. Someone had pushed her off a wagon and she had a red bump on her arm. Mom went to the phone to call dad, but hesitated and feared she would get another lecture. She told Whitney she could lay on her bed and “Don’t worry, we’ll put a sticker over the bump and it will feel all better”. Whitney whimpered for the next 4-5 hours, and mom let her be. Dad came home and asked Mom how the day went, she said it was good, nothing out of the normal. He went to his room, saw Whitney and came back out and asked what happened. “Someone pushed her off the wagon, she started crying so I put a sticker on it.” she said. “Kimberly, it’s broken! It’s swollen and has a huge bump on it!”. Sure enough, it was broken, mom felt bad.
OH KIMBERLY!In her 50 wise years she has had too many embarrassing, weird things happen to her and it wouldn’t be fair to keep them in the family. She is special, she is funny. She’s got 8 kids, and as she says “each one took a part of her brain with them at birth”. So what if her house is a mess? So what if she drives like a crazy at night? So what if she talks herself into weird situations she can’t get out of? She’s my mom and I love her.