Anyone who knows my mom knows there are two words that would never describe her: modest is one, sensitive is the other.
I could fill novels – and might – with stories of how these two anti-traits manifested throughout my childhood. In the interest of time, I’ll share a recent example that may serve as shorthand for both her sense of humor and her lack of sensitivity.
If you read my previous post, you know I can be pretty obsessed by the threat of bugs. I’m not exaggerating when I say that my parents were deluged by emails from me this week on the topic. I provided them with a blow-by-blow report of my bites, my mental process and my anticipated attack plan from the road.
My dad wrote back with advice on diagnosing the problem and links to helpful articles. My mom responded with the following one-liner:
I think you got them from Alan… mom
Awesome. Just remember that I come by it honestly.
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