Looking back from now, I see that one of the most pleasant memories of my childhood was throwing up.
Whenever I got sick or ate something I shouldn't have, I would throw up. My mother would always wet a wash cloth with cold water and fold it twice lengthwise so that it just fit on my forehead. Then she would hold the washcloth on my forehead and rub my back gently as I threw up.
After I finished she would unfold the washcloth and wipe my face with it. During the entire experience, I felt totally loved and safe. At the time, I didn't realize my mother was building such lasting pleasant memories for me.
This morning about 3 AM my 10-year-old stepson threw up. I knew just what to do.
About Me
- Steve
- I live in San Diego, California. I enjoy playing music, the stock market, Forex, and chocolate. I have read just about everything I've ever seen by Ayn Rand, Louis L'Amour, Victor Hugo, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and Agatha Christie. I have a BS in Electrical Engineering, and MS in Management Science. I can play the piano and guitar - a little, and I can sing - also a little. I have scuba-dived, hang-glided, bungee-jumped, ridden motorcycles, flown airplanes, and parachuted from an airplane. I have lived in many of the states and several foreign countries – Australia, Japan, Taiwan, Thailand, South Africa, the Philippines, and Guam - to name a few.
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