Ok, so I'm bald.
The baldness is not the point. It's what I learned about myself by going bald.
Before I let you in on my little secret, I'll set the mood with some background for my readers.
Our father and mother (who art in Heaven,) Bud and Carolyn Golden, Dad and Mom, Bops and Gramma, Great Bops and Great Gramma...they were known by several monikers...had a big family. Eight children. In eleven years. I know.
It went like this: The much-desired boy at the top of the order and then seven girls in a row. They became so good at making girls, that in the end they were sending them out two at a time! Of course, my brother was the official Golden Child, and the rest of us were the Golden Girls! The original Golden Girls. As teens, people would call the house looking for babysitters and just ask for one of the Golden Girls. When I was a very little kid, I thought Little Golden Books were written just for my family! Barbara probably told me that. I remember wondering how other families got our books at their houses, too!
My mother. Sweet, kind, gentle, loving, and well....she had eyes in the back of her head. I mean she really did! She could shoot laser beams through the walls of the house just in case one might think one could sneak across the kitchen in clickety-clackety roller skates looking for a snack! Being a wise observer of my sibs, I never attempted such a lame-brained trick.
I think I was getting my driver's license when I realized my name was just Kathleen and not "char-bar-mar-li-jo-ja-kathleeeeen!" Frankly, I don't know how she knew her own name much of the time. One morning Mom walked into the dining room and slapped Marie across the face. She stepped back and said, "I thought you were Margaret!" Now Marie will tell you she stills suffers the psychological scar, but OMG, that was a side-splitter! Still is!
Anyone with a house to run and kids to chase and, godforbid, a job, is busy, but I can't imagine having to do what my mother did without a clothes dryer until AFTER the twins came along! Hanging out all that laundry? In the winter? The sheets? How?
What a wonderful family to have and to hold. I love you all!
Ok, here goes:
Mom and Dad
TATTOOED MY HEAD!
Imagine my shock when I discovered this two years ago the first time I lost my hair! I was reluctant to tell you then, but now that I'm bald again, I feel I must.
The truth as they saw it:
For your own peace of mind, I think each of you should shave your head to see if they had a message for you!