I arrived a few minutes early for my appointment at the doctor. I had filled out my forms and was waiting for my name to be called. As I waited, I observed three young children, may I say, very well-behaved children. They each had a backpack with their own activities: coloring books, sticker books, and books to read. They were entertaining themselves without a single whine or bicker.
I turned my head and saw an attractive woman. She was wearing yoga pants and a tank top. Her arms were tan with well-defined muscles. She had a kind face. I gathered she was the mother of these sweet kids. What transpired next has lingered with me all day.
“Mama, are you crying?” asked one daughter.
“Mama, are you crying?” asked the other daughter.
“No honey, I’m just thinking.”
She finished checking out and setting up her next appointment.
“Mama, are you sick?” asked the little boy with so much concern.
“No, I just had a little problem and needed to talk to the doctor about it.”
“Are you sure you’re not sick?” he asked again.