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.
5 thoughts on “August 7, 2018”
Oh, that sweet mama. Bless her heart. I hope she’s okay.
And I hope you’re starting to feel better too!
Thank you, Stacey! More tests…but yes, I’m improving.
First, I love the name of your blog. It conjures beautiful images in my mind. Secondly, I love this post. I was hanging on to every word, eager for answers at the end. However, I didn’t get them, and I’m guessing maybe you didn’t either because that’s what happens when we observe the world around us. Sometimes we only get to know part of a story; fortunately, that’s what makes this story beautiful.
Thank you, Abby! I guess we both like words that start with P! No, I didn’t hear anymore, but I did compliment the mom on her lovely, well-behaved children. Moms don’t hear that enough.
Reading your post compelled me to say a little prayer for this mother. I love how you wrote this. I just wish I knew the ending…