When I was in college, me and the girls were quite open and honest about everything. Beleive me--everything.
While still retaining our modesty, we managed to slather one another with aloe vera gel one Easter weekend after deciding to go to the lake instead of home to our families. We paid dearly for that decision. A memory worth remembering again and again.
But, that's not the subject I'm referring to. This morning a friend called. Without even thinking about it, I mentioned that the little one had awaken this morning with a dirty diaper and that he now had a terrible red bottom.
After the phone call, I recalled Meg from "Little Women." When Jo askes why she didn't write that she was expecting, Meg says, "One doesn't hardly talk of such things."
I wonder how we got from that modesty to the present day. It wasn't that Meg was ashamed to be pregnant. Quite the contrary. But she protected her family. Her family unit was sacred and adequately blessed, with twins none-the-less.
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