Sunday, January 29, 2012

Mothers are funny people

I called my mom on Friday morning to tell her the story of the little boy at the rink.

“Oh, honey,” she exclaimed. “You are so lucky.”

I’m so what? Lucky? Were you listening, Mother? I had to call the police.

“Isn’t that just wonderful that he could see that you were someone who would help him?

That’s just so lucky. Not only that you could help and that you did, but that he could sense that about your spirit.”

I love it when my mom releases her inner hippie.

But the real reason I’m telling you all this is because I don’t want you to be alarmed when we meet. That bright light that you’ll be bathed in? It’s just my spirit.

My spirit and my halo.


Kim said...

Her inner hippie. HA!

I agree with her, though. I read that post last week and thought about it a lot that day. I hope that boy is okay and that he knows that there are more people out there like you.

A said...

Yeah, he was (and is) stuck in my head in much the same way.

It sucks not knowing what happened or how he's doing or if it all turned out okay. I just sort of have to trust that it did. And hopefully that kid realizes that there are adults who can and will help him. If nothing else, I hope he learned that lesson.

Teagan B. Sawyer said...

Okay this is my last fill up your inbox comment but I've been following all along just have been bad about commenting. You are a blog that when I read it I laugh out loud, I shed a tear, or I furiously email Taylor to say "did you read this post by SoMidwesterm??? we must figure out a way for her to hang out with us!"
I think you are an amazing person and great writer and I hope we all get to hang out soon :) xo

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