At the time we lived in the duplex my step-dad had only been a member of our family for a year or so. Naturally, we were just getting to know each other as a twenty-four year old dad and five year old daughter. I never tired of his tricks, and he was really good about doing them for me. Most of them were just things like pulling quarters from behind my ears. One of my favorites, though, was when he would take one of my tiny Barbie curlers, eat it, and pull it out of his belly button. I SWEAR those curlers came out of his belly button. I swear.
Anyway, one Saturday afternoon when mom was taking a nap, dad and I had a pillow fight. I’d throw our small couch pillows at him and he’d chuck giant orange floor pillows at me. Every time he threw one of those at me it would knock me to the ground, and giggling hysterically, I’d get up and go back for more.
While playing that day he threw a pillow at me and I turned and ran with my hands over my eyes. Apparently I didn’t see the wall, because I slammed straight into the corner and busted my head open. I moved my hands from my face and looked dazedly around. Then the blood started flowing into my eyes and I began the Run Around Screaming dance.
Enter Naked Mom.
One thing you have to know about my mother is that she’s somewhat of a ‘free spirit’ and has no problem being in the buff (until my brother got older, of course). Seeing my mom running from bathroom to bedroom sans clothes wasn’t unusual, and it didn’t strike me as odd behavior. She hated sleeping with clothes on, so I wasn’t surprised in the least that day when she came running out of the bedroom bare and groggy with sleep. She picked me up and made sure I was ok, yelled at my dad and started mopping the blood from my head.
The rest of the story is pretty typical of most childhood accidents: parents put kid in car, take kid to hospital, doc sews kid up, parents take kid home. I’m sure most people have memories and scars exactly like mine they could share. But my memories will always contain a fond flash of white pastiness, streaking by like a crazed fan at a football game.
Love you Naked Mom.
so funny!
What a riot! Naked Mom, huh? I think that might have been more than my little eyes could handle at my house. heehee!
gotta love Naked Mom! LOL!
Oh. My. Um, not sure what to say here. Ah, that just kind of freaks me out a bit. Ok, a lot! :) Maybe it’s because I’m not a ‘free spirit’ and neither is my mother. Glad you seem ok with it. Have you had therapy? :)
ha ha ha omg! That is a hoot
What a funny memory – she sounds like a cool mom!! Take care – Kellan
Hee hee, love it. I don’t think I’d actually streak through the house, but my kids have seen me naked dozens of times. Of course, they were too young to be traumatized. I’m gonna have to tone it down a little, I think. I don’t want my kids blogging about their naked mom’s pasty white butt, hee hee hee
How funny is that! And even though a “painful” memory, a happy one .Sweet about your dad!
ROFL. Isn’t it funny, the details we remember?
So the question is….are you a Naked Mom? ;-)
Haha, very funny.
Dude… your title is brilliant. LOL. My daughter runs into walls too, but I like to hide my muffin top. :)
LOL! Your mom was very brave – if my daughter catches even a glimpse of my body, she screams things like, “EWW! Nobody wants to see that!”
My kids are gonna have that problem… at least I wear underwear.
My Mom would swim in our pool naked, in broad daylight, when we were in High School.
I am just not that fond of my nakedness. HAHA
My mom was a naked mom too. I never thought it was strange, until I was older. Now, I am a mom. As Sassy said, I am not that fond of my naked body, nor do I feel like traumatizing my children on a regular basis. Even my 1 year old son says “Ewwwww, boody” when he sees anyone half naked.
best story of the day. naked mom, i salute you.
If you mom was naked mom, then my mom was completely clothed at all times mom. I never even saw her change clotes at the gym…she changed in the shower stall.
I hope to be somewhere-in-between mom.
Thank you for the prayers for our baby – see you soon. Kellan
That is HILARIOUS! I can remember walking in on my mom cleaning the bathtub in the buff. Funny things we remember.
This is so funny to me, especially because my parents are so opposite. I think I saw my dad don his ROBE only a couple of times, and my parents were so naked-phobic it was ridiculous!