We went to a movie (sneaking in the candy of course). The boys and I pulled into a parking spot next to a man in his car preparing to leave. As we got out, so did he and asked me if I had jumper cables. The cables dug from the depths of the trunk underneath Who Knows What, the man and Sam went to work. Suddenly, two doors on his car opened at once and two young children, a boy and girl – she in a pink fuzzy tiara – scrambled out. Her, in a voice that melted my heart: “Daddy, I have to potty!” Him, just as innocent and darling, echoed her wiggly-legged plea.
“I’ll take them,” I said, as he was elbow deep under the hood of my car trying to find the battery. Sam and Hank stayed with him. He nodded thanks.
As I walked the boy and girl through the large, packed parking lot, we came to a lane for cars to drive through. Gracie, 4, stopped, looked up at me, and reached for my hand to cross the street. I took it instinctively, took Noah’s as well, and we made it through a small crush of people. I also got to hear about their baby sister, Ruth.
I waited outside the bathrooms as they both said they “knew what to do.” Gracie came out to ask for help washing her hands so I went to help. When we left the bathroom, her 6 year old brother came out of the men’s room. Before we commenced everything in reverse to get back, I realized a total stranger trusted me with his precious children and I trusted him with my cherished older kids. It was very sweet to be a “mommy” to small children if only for 15 minutes. It was a wonderful moment of shared trust with a stranger.
How sweetly ironic that my birthday would fall on Thanksgiving this year. It’s also the culmination of a rough and tumble period of time. Not sure how I got by at times, but just kept going forward.
Therein lies the problem – and solution. I stopped going forward, slowed down and began to look around at life. When life got upside down, instinct turned me head first and I did what I had to do – call out to friends and anyone who could hear me.Read More