In the mid '70s, just after mom and dad split up, mom took myself and a friend of mine for the weekend to my grandparents' house in Chatham Massachusetts. At the end of their road was a cove, and mom took us there so my friend and I could fly our Gayla kites. My kite landed in a clump of weeds (exactly like those pictured above), so mom went into the weeds to retrieve my kite. But what none of us realized was that clump of weeds (exactly like those pictured above) just happened to be poison ivy. She was covered in rashes and she had to spend the rest of the weekend soaking in a tub of calomine (sp?) lotion, while my friend and I enjoyed the remainder of our stay. Yes, we had a great weekend - just too bad that mom couldn't enjoy it with us. I don't even think I thanked her for getting my kite. I was such a rotten son..
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Being a mom can be a thankless job. Just ask mine.
In the mid '70s, just after mom and dad split up, mom took myself and a friend of mine for the weekend to my grandparents' house in Chatham Massachusetts. At the end of their road was a cove, and mom took us there so my friend and I could fly our Gayla kites. My kite landed in a clump of weeds (exactly like those pictured above), so mom went into the weeds to retrieve my kite. But what none of us realized was that clump of weeds (exactly like those pictured above) just happened to be poison ivy. She was covered in rashes and she had to spend the rest of the weekend soaking in a tub of calomine (sp?) lotion, while my friend and I enjoyed the remainder of our stay. Yes, we had a great weekend - just too bad that mom couldn't enjoy it with us. I don't even think I thanked her for getting my kite. I was such a rotten son..
