I went to Holiday World and Splashin’ Safari last week and have been thinking about bathing suits ever since. I think most of my current obsession has something to do with the fact that I do not own a bathing suit that fits me well or that I like, and I just spent an entire day in public tugging at an ill-fitting suit.
While I do not enjoy the constant tugging and adjusting, I find it necessary to keep everything covered that should be covered. I found myself wishing that there were more people like me last week. I also found myself wishing I had a comfortable bathing suit.
My mom had what I believe was a comfortable suit. I don’t ever remember her tugging at it, and she wore the darn thing for the better part of a decade. The suit in question was a two-piece suit with dark blue shorts and a light blue tank top with dark blue trim.
I remember the first time I saw my mother in that suit. I thought she looked beautiful. In a way that only a small person could get away with, I exclaimed, “Oh, Momma! You look like a beautiful blue whale!”
Rather than get upset with me for calling her a whale, my mom took my comment for the compliment it was and thereafter referred to her suit as her blue whale suit. She even made up a little song about doing the blue whale bounce that she would sing while she carried me and bounced our way around the pool.
See Wednesday's Times Sentinel for the full story.