I have mentioned before that all the women in my family have struggled with their weight. I grew up in a household with five females and dad. He used to say “I was raised by five women, even our pets were female!” Oh dad, you were the king and you know it! One thing I did not realize until I was an adult was that we never, ever, ever talked about large animals. I’m not exactly sure why, but we didn’t. If I heard the word pig, hippo, or elephant, I looked to see if someone was referring to me. One day, as an adult, I learned the beauty of elephants. I had an internal chat with myself, “Do I like elephants because they are big? Will others think that’s the only reason I like them? Could it be because they are gentle, graceful, strong and remember so much?” Why do I feel anxious when I say that I like elephants? I realize now that much of this was in my head, but where did it come from? The only thing I knew about these majestic creatures was that they were big, and that was enough for me to steer clear of adding them to my favorites list. Just so ya know, I love elephants! I remember riding one named Tombi at Potter Park zoo in 1980. I can’t wait to come trunk to trunk with one as an adult. It reminds me of wisdom my dear friend said his grandmother shared with him. “Have elephant skin, but don’t let it reach your heart.”
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