Some confessions came out from my mother the other day.
There was the day she left my slightly younger brother in a pram outside in the backyard for some air and the sun came around and his face got sunburnt. That night her mother exclaimed how flushed he was. Mum just said that he had a rash that would be gone in a couple of days and sure enough, it was.
I am the first son and it must have taken my mother some time to get used to the idea of having a baby. Her mind must have been so busy about what to wear to a wedding, that she forgot all about me and left me at home asleep alone. At some point after the wedding she must have remembered and no doubt there was a mad panic.
As I can’t really remember, the above may have been my brother too.
Oh, and she is a poor cook, does not knit or sew, reads trashy magazines, never done paid work and is thoroughly lovable.