A conversation with my mom…
You know, I had a shower today.
That tall lady over there helped me. She was so nice.
That's great! (High five)
When she asked me, I told her no but she said it would be OK.
Well, what did you think?
It was wonderful! The water was so warm and it felt so good.
Well mom, now you know why your kids spent so much time in the shower.
Many of you might think this conversation odd, unusual, or strange. After all, who has not taken a shower? This was my mother’s first. When you grow up during the war and Depression and your father has died at a young age and there are four girls to raise in a two-bedroom apartment with one bath and no shower, you make do. And, often when you are brought up in those conditions, you hold onto your habits because the circumstances have been embedded in your mind, body, and soul.
I recall the many visits with my aunts (my mother’s sisters) to the last apartment where she and her sisters lived. There was a claw-foot tub and often, if you weren’t first in line, you had to heat the bath water on the stove. Believe me, it wasn’t that bad and they made it fun.
I wish I had that claw-foot tub today. I wish…I wish…
|An old punch bowl sits atop an antique|
dresser in the attic of my