I am a drip.

I was looking through a bunch of old photo albums today.  From the time Mom & Dad were married….. our Mom, Lucy, took a LOT of photos.  Many.  A whole kaboodle…. AND a kit.  Tons.

We (kids) didn’t like it back then.  But now.  Wow.  There are about 100 albums, chronologically arranged and labeled, all of which document our miniscule lives growing up.  Yes.  Our little first steps through the universe.

Pulling an album off the shelf is always fun for me.  It brings back all sorts of memories, and stories.  It reminds me of things that I had long forgotten.

So today, I flipped through quite a few of them.  One of many realizations:  I think I might have been a bit of a handful as a youngster.  I know I surely had a LOT of energy….. and a fair amount of that energy was anxiety based.  A quirky ball of nerves, I’d say.  (Some things never change.)

I think I was a bit like a spigot with a perpetual drip.  Drip. Drip. Drip. … …. Drip.  And no matter how hard you turn the handle to get the thing to stop leaking…. it just keeps dribbling, and plopping. Drip.  Drip.  Drip.

Yep.  That’s me.

Anyway.  I was a handful.

So today, my 90-year-old Mom asked how many kids she had.

Dad responded….. “Seven.”
“Seven?  Really?  That’s a lot,” she countered.
So I added…. “Yep Mom.  Seven is a lot.”

She sat and thought for a minute…..
“Too many, I think.  At least, I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone.”

I cracked up.  Of course, I had to remind her that I was the seventh born.  If she had not had seven, I wouldn’t be standing where I was standing.

She thought again for another minute.  “Well. Since you put it that way….   I guess it is okay then.”

Yep Mom.  It is all okay then.  It will all be okay.


“I’ll lean on you and you lean on me and we’ll be okay” – Dave Mathews Band

“’It’s okay’ is a cosmic truth.” – Richard Bach