April 11, 2011

Once a week I babysit for 3 three year olds.  One of the little girls is extremely imaginative. I'm going to call her "Libby" (not her real name) when I write about her - you know, protecting the innocent, and in this case the adorable as well.  Three weeks ago, the other kids didn't show.  I got Libby all to myself.  We had a blast and played hard like we always do (play is serious business you know).  Since there weren't any other children, we also had the opportunity to talk to each other without interruption. She asked me all kinds of questions, "Do you have any little girls?"  "My little girls are grown up and big as me now."  "Well, do you have a Mom", she asked with obvious incredulity?  "Yes, I have a Mom but she isn't alive anymore."  This seemed to trouble Libby so I quickly added, "But, when my Mom was alive she did really cool things.  She climbed to the top of the pyramids in Egypt, then climbed back down and went deep inside them.  My mother rode on a camel and bartered with merchants next to the Nile River.  She jumped out of airplanes and played the drums and trumpet long ago, she painted and had a big white turkey as a pet."  Libby went silent, into her deep thinking mode.  Then she plopped back against the back of the couch with a disappointed sigh and said, "mostly MY Mom just goes the wrong way."

That was three weeks ago.  However, this concept is relevant for me on a fairly regular basis - like today.  Felt like I was "going the wrong way" every way I went!!  Just couldn't go right no matter where I turned.  I had so much I thought I needed to do.   Around noon, I got a phone call from a cherished girlfriend I hadn't seen in over a year, or heard from in many months - not since she called to let me know her Sweetheart, The Love Of Her Life, had passed away (on Christmas Day, can you believe that?).  I would have missed her call except that I turned the "wrong way" and went into my bedroom just as my phone was ringing.  The last time we'd talked, she'd mentioned possibly moving back home.  That would've been back east/down south.  When I couldn't reach her, or find her, I figured she had done just that, moved back home.  Well, she hadn't moved, just been withdrawn in grief and having a really hard time.  Today she was reaching out, deciding to come back to the world.  She suggested going to lunch and suddenly nothing else mattered.  And guess what, I was going the "right" way at last.  She's still in a tender place some moments but she looked great and it was soooooo wonderful to enjoy her smile and laughter again.  We are going to go out, she and I, looking for music and a place where we can dance.  Both of us need that right now.  You can never be ‘going the wrong way', no matter how you got there, when you get to be there for a friend.

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Stickmom
Apr. 12, 2011 at 4:47 AM

Sweet!

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rojas...
Apr. 12, 2011 at 9:58 AM

You are so right...I am glad that you were there when your friend reached out....I know how she feels....I refer often to a song Barbara Streisand sings...she says in life there are no mistakes just lessons to be learned. I believe every step we  take has a purpose even when we don't see it at the time. There are so many things we should appreciate...the simple logic of a small child, the gift of friendship and love, the privilege of getting the chance to offer comfort....

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daisyb
Apr. 12, 2011 at 10:34 AM

Great Post:)

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Vinta...
Apr. 12, 2011 at 12:52 PM

Very great post!

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mamawmom
Apr. 12, 2011 at 9:29 PM

And may I say 'well told' Sounds like you both needed a friend. just some more of the things God does for us when we aren't looking.

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Teddi152
Apr. 13, 2011 at 9:06 AM

It's nice to have a good friend you can always call even if a year has passed and be able to have a good time. You sound like one of those good friends. I feel like I have always been that friend too. :)

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