Full of fun and frolic -- that's what I was.
Full of pressure and work -- that's what she was.
So she walked out.
It's not what you think. "She" was my mom. The lady you may have read about on Sunday.
We were making the bed.
As she shook a sheet to let it fall into place, I kept putting my arms in the way.
She finally warned, "If you do that one more time, I'm walking out and you can do this by yourself!"
I never forgot the lesson.
I have some take-aways from the experience.
What do you think I should have learned?