Flashing my Mother

I was coming up on puberty and developing a sense of privacy about my body. I don't remember what happened, exactly, but I somehow crashed my bike, and my penis took much of the impact. It hurt badly and it was bleeding. Something had to be done about it and I did not know what that something was, so I went to my mother. She was in her usual afternoon pose; large cup of coffee, newspapers, books, magazines, and a bag of chocolate chips. I hobbled up to her and mumbled something like "Mom, I have a problem." I didn't want to describe the problem because I didn't want to talk about my penis with my mother. So, I took down my pants and showed her my bloody little pecker. She didn't act surprised. She acted like this sort of thing happened every day. I don't remember what she did, if we went to the hospital or if she fixed it up herself or what, but she made it better.