So here’s me, walking out the door (after I grabbed a hoodie, my cell phone and made sure the clothes in the dryer were all folded)
Here’s me slipping out of the house. (After I banged the door shut of course)
Here’s me walking to nowhere in particular and there was me hoping someone would have stopped me to ask where I was going, what was wrong or at least where their favorite shirt was?
I walked past the house and now I was faced with the decision of where to go? As I was trying to determine how far I could walk I had just crossed the street and was five houses away getting really discouraged and melancholy when I heard a -
“Mom!”
I turned, slightly hopeful but doubtful and in the early evening light could not see anything so I kept walking and there it was again –
“Mom!”
This time I turned and waited for my eyes to focus and then I saw a small figure with hair flying and legs running. Running toward ME. While I watched her rushing towards me an overwhelming feeling of love hit me I couldn’t help but smile and catch my breath a little.
She said she saw me walk by from the upstairs window and wanted to catch up to me. She didn’t ask why I left without saying anything; she just gave me a giant hug, stuck her hand in mine and started walking with me.
Then she talked my ear off and told me tales to the likes of BIG FISH.
I guess I am not capable of sneaking away from at least one member of the house and I am very relieved.
When we got back to the house I could see through the window that the other three people were in the same spots not at all bothered by our disappearance and my walking buddy quickly ran off to another cause.
I went back down to the basement and folded laundry.
Oh, man, I swear, I could leave and no one would notice except to ask when dinner was and to store up all the complaints about everyone else in the house to dump on me as soon as I walked in. :-/
ReplyDeleteGlad your little sweetie sought you out. :) That's a good feeling.
I recently told my husband that I'm afraid of a time when my daughters all grow up and move out. Who will listen to me? Who will tell me I look good or stylish? Who will tell me my shoes are cute? No one.
ReplyDeleteI love having daughters, because even though they don't always notice us they are always "attentive" to us.
Awesome when those little moments come along. I wouldn't mind having a day where I wasn't missed (I think).
ReplyDeleteThat story warmed my heart...thanks for telling us.
ReplyDeleteAwes. That's really sweet! :)
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is, "Awwww." I have a little tear in my eye- that she ran out to catch up with you, to just be with you. That child is a keeper. Maybe you can trade the others on craigslist?
ReplyDeleteAs a father, I do the same thing but no one comes. Ever. (Thank God.)
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