DH and I joke that we've always wanted to live in the country hence the reason for our driveway looking like a deeply rutted country road. It's a disgrace and one day hopefully we'll finally get around to fixing it up, but for the moment it's our little bit of country living in the middle of town.
When it rains the potholes fill up with water. And rain it did last night. I woke at 2.00 am to the sound of heavy rain on the roof. Some time during the night it stopped raining and it hasn't rained all day but I almost wish it had. It was so cold outside with the children and all I wanted to do was go back inside in the warmth! But it was not to be.
Why is it that children don't seem to feel the cold the way we older folks do?
After work I rushed home to pick up a parcel and some letters to post and then stopped in at the post office. Afterwards I went to pick up Son#4 from school. He wasn't expecting me - he had classes after school for scholarship exams - but since it was so cold and bleak and dark for that time of day I thought I'd be kind and save him walking home.
I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I decided that I must have somehow missed him so I rang home but he wasn't at home.
I waited some more.
I rang home again. He still wasn't home.
I got out of the car and walked the length of the school. A few students were obviously waiting for parents but my son wasn't amongst them. The school gates were locked and most of the rooms dark. I had no idea what to do next.
So I started to panic.
Not wanting to deal with this alone I rang DH but I was out of money on my cellphone and so I asked him to ring me back. Before he had a chance to do so, Son#4 rang. He was at home safe and sound. I breathed a prayer of thanksgiving. When we compared stories he must've walked right past my car but I didn't see him and he didn't see me. Weird!
DH thinks it's funny that I panic. I've only ever seen him panic once - when it appeared that Son#1 had failed to arrive at his destination despite having left home several hours earlier to make the 3-hour drive. Perhaps panic in these situations is reserved just for mothers. Perhaps that's why children have both fathers and mothers.
As parents we love our kids but there are times when that knowledge is particularly painful. When they're sick or hurting or - like today - missing, we are deeply aware of feeling love for our children. We're reminded once again of why they are so precious to us and we stand trembling at the possibility of a future without them. And when they're safely returned to us we can only feel a deep thankfulness to our Heavenly Father who loves our children even more than we do and who watches over them 24/7.
When it rains the potholes fill up with water. And rain it did last night. I woke at 2.00 am to the sound of heavy rain on the roof. Some time during the night it stopped raining and it hasn't rained all day but I almost wish it had. It was so cold outside with the children and all I wanted to do was go back inside in the warmth! But it was not to be.
Why is it that children don't seem to feel the cold the way we older folks do?
After work I rushed home to pick up a parcel and some letters to post and then stopped in at the post office. Afterwards I went to pick up Son#4 from school. He wasn't expecting me - he had classes after school for scholarship exams - but since it was so cold and bleak and dark for that time of day I thought I'd be kind and save him walking home.
I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I decided that I must have somehow missed him so I rang home but he wasn't at home.
I waited some more.
I rang home again. He still wasn't home.
I got out of the car and walked the length of the school. A few students were obviously waiting for parents but my son wasn't amongst them. The school gates were locked and most of the rooms dark. I had no idea what to do next.
So I started to panic.
Not wanting to deal with this alone I rang DH but I was out of money on my cellphone and so I asked him to ring me back. Before he had a chance to do so, Son#4 rang. He was at home safe and sound. I breathed a prayer of thanksgiving. When we compared stories he must've walked right past my car but I didn't see him and he didn't see me. Weird!
DH thinks it's funny that I panic. I've only ever seen him panic once - when it appeared that Son#1 had failed to arrive at his destination despite having left home several hours earlier to make the 3-hour drive. Perhaps panic in these situations is reserved just for mothers. Perhaps that's why children have both fathers and mothers.
As parents we love our kids but there are times when that knowledge is particularly painful. When they're sick or hurting or - like today - missing, we are deeply aware of feeling love for our children. We're reminded once again of why they are so precious to us and we stand trembling at the possibility of a future without them. And when they're safely returned to us we can only feel a deep thankfulness to our Heavenly Father who loves our children even more than we do and who watches over them 24/7.
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By the way, I love your graduation pics! Your son looks so much like you, and his fiance is beautiful. And that granddaughter truly is adorable :).