I remember it like it was yesterday.
And why
shouldn’t I? After all, Mom looked at me
– and then just laughed. And laughed and
laughed.
Finally,
she looked at me, pointing near my face, and said, “One of your ears is lower
than the other one.” And then she
started laughing again.
Through her
chuckles, Mom told me to look in the mirror to see for myself. So I did.
Sure
enough, once I looked, I could see that one ear was lower than the other. The only way for them not to be uneven was to
tilt my head, but I quickly decided I couldn’t go around the rest of my life
with my head tilted.
And then
Mom asked, “When did that happen?”
Well, gee,
Mom; I just don’t know when that happened.
I mean I didn’t go to a doctor and ask to have one ear lowered or
anything like that. I guess I was just
born this way.
For
decades, I didn’t know my ears weren’t even.
Now, as one
might imagine, I can’t look in the mirror without noticing that one ear is
lower than the other. I’ve even changed
the kind of earrings I wear so that the “ear difference” won’t be as
noticeable.
At least
that’s better than keeping my head tilted.
And I’ve
quit singing that childhood song that starts “Do your ears hang low?”
1 comment:
I love reading your blog. My favorite about your looks was the one you wrote not long ago about your disappearing neck. What disaster happens when age happens. For me it is a ballooning stomach. I don't really feel like I eat that much more, or really exercise that much less. However, it just keeps growing and growing. As Pooh says, Oh Bother!
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