Getting caught

I was out running errands this morning when I ran into a mom from church.  She is one who had quite a bit of back pain and trouble carrying her own kids, so she’s expressed concern anytime she caught me carrying anything, bending over, breathing, etc.  I now have quite a roster of women in Ithaca whom I avoid picking things up around, just because it seems to make them intensely uncomfortable.  It’s an interesting game: getting to know the pregnancy stories of every woman you might ever see and then tailoring (ever so slightly) your actions to those experiences when you’re around them.  And then, of course, very quickly making off with your grocery bags when they turn the corner . . .

I need kids.  They would appreciate this hide-and-seek game!


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One Response to Getting caught

  1. Milton says:

    I didn’t know being a mom was so political.

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