Tough times at age 40 meant that I had to sell everything, re-evaluate my life, and accept my own mother's generosity. She invited me and my five-year-old daughter Kinsey to share her small condo until I got back on my feet.
Cramped quarters and hectic days meant finding creative ways to live together. Kinsey and I started a shower ritual -- I'd get into the narrow stall first to bathe myself, then I'd holler when I was ready for her to join me so I could wash her hair. We both enjoyed that innocent and playful time together.
Then came the day when she faced me in the shower and pointedly asked, "Mommy, why do you have fur down there?" Lucky we weren't in a bathtub. I would have drowned from laughing.