A gift from my Aunt
I remember being about 4 years old one day with a severe bought of diarrhea. I remember sitting in the bathroom going through the process when I heard a knock at the house front door. My mom answered and my Aunt Judy walked in on that late morning. They were talking about me I could overhear. It’s funny that I sort of picked up on that, or even cared. Maybe that was my first instance of eavesdropping.
My mom pretty soon knocked on the bathroom and told me Judy had come over and asked if I was ok.
It was about time to finish up anyway and so I went out in the living room. My Aunt Judy said she was sorry I wasn’t feeling well and she brought a present over for me. She handed me a plastic Bowie knife, with a really leopard patterned sheath.
“Whoa!” I was really excited to see that. How did she know I was just planning a safari in the backyard that weekend? I’m sure I brought the knife with me on my next 5 runs to the toilet too. I kept that knife for a lot longer than Judy probably realized or intended. I think when you give a gift to a kid around that age, you tend to expect it to break within a day or so, but not this gift. That knife, that gesture really meant a lot to me. Judy made that special trip just for me. She’s always been that way and I love her a lot.
