May 9, 2013

Reality Check

By Susan Knight


When I was a kid, I often looked at my mom’s vaccination scar on her upper right arm and wondered why it was so big.*

“Mine’s not that big,” my little self would say as I compared my arm to my mother’s.

A few days ago, since the weather is warming and short sleeves are more prevalent, I happened to glance in the mirror, and what did I see out of the corner of my eye?

“Holy cow,” my older self said as I stopped in my tracks. I did a double take in the mirror and saw my eyes widen as I spied my mother’s vaccination scar—on my arm.

I looked at myself then at the reflection of my arm, and realized it is in the same predicament as my widened gut and expanded butt.

“Sorry, mom,” I said as I stared at my arm. “All this time I thought my doctor was better precisioned than yours.”

Then I remembered . . . small town life . . . we had the same doctor.


*Those of you who are of my baby boomer generation, will know what I’m talking about.


  1. haha! Great post, Susan. Yep! Those small pox vaccinations were not fun. I was going to say that the aging process is no fun, but after thinking about it, I've changed my mind. Growing older is a magnificnet journey, and like we heard at General Conference, I don't think I would trade the wisdom gained for returned youth. So bring on the saggy arms and crinkly smiles! hugs~

    1. Thanks for your post, Kari. I can always count on you to comment.
      And, I was really stunned when I saw my arm :)

  2. I am rolling. Yes I'm a baby boomer and yes I totally get this. Too funny!!!


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