Mindy Kaling’s funny book Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns) is full of pictures of her chubby little child-self. It puts me in mine my theme this week: Never mind the offspring blushing to acknowledge the parent, here’s a story where the parent HAD to have blushed to acknowledge the child.
My summer-camp-director of a mom was standing next to the camp nurse Fran, who was new that year and so was enjoying the spectacle as the campers filed into the dining hall from flag-raising exercises.
Some were so cute! – look at this little cabinful! – and the nurse said as much .
Then… “But whose unfortunate-looking child is THAT you have to wonder?” she said to my mom indicating one small girl.
It was inevitable.
“That child is my daughter,” said Mom somewhat icily.
I never heard this story until two years ago. It sure puts me in MY place but I look at the pictures, and who can argue? Live and get humble!