Just thinking.
My mind keeps wandering...
When I was about 13 my grandmother took me to Yellow Front (remember them?) to buy, I think pants. When we were checking out his cute little boy was leaving, he couldn't have been more than 3, and he ran up to me and gave me the biggest hug. I had no idea why, and now that 40 years have passed I doubt he remembers me at all.
I remember thinking "Kid, will you remember when your my age that you gave a tired teenager a hug?" I doubt he remembered me by the time he got to his car with Mom, but here it is, 40 years later, and I'm remembering that toddler running up to me just for a hug.
Because of that child I have KNEW there had to be a higher power. I'm not sure if it is God as most churches say it is, but I knew someone somewhere someone was looking after me.
Let me back this up. Earlier in that day I had been woken up by my screaming mother. (Not a great way to wake up folks, I don't recommend it, and I should know, that is how most of my mornings started in my childhood and teen years.) So it looks like I had not finished the laundry the night before, and there was something in the wash she wanted to wear.
Well I had spent the night before finishing up some studying for a test the next day. That was NOT a excuse to her because, she claimed, I did not do homework. (Mom wasn't home much and just assumed I came home and slept every day...Ah, no.)
When I get to school, I managed to break both shoelaces before 10 am.
Got into a fight with one of my best friends. (D.D. Bowen) Then managed to get a substitute teacher who thought she would make her bones by reprimanding me for something I didn't do. She assumed it was me because I didn't argue with her and was sitting in the middle of trouble central.
At noon I discovered I didn't bring my lunch card, so no lunch for K.C..
And as I walked home in a "too early for the season" heat wave, the wind kicked up and I managed to get sand behind my artificial eye.
I FINALLY made it home, and downed three glasses of water ready to finish the offending laundry and call it a day, when my grandmother announced that it was time to go by some new pants for me and my grandfather. Mine were getting too short and Grandpa's was just worn out.
I would rather have teeth pulled out than shop, but I would not refuse anything for Grandma. So off we went to Yellow Front. On the way over in the 112 heat the A.C. died in Grandma's car. (what a shock.)
I had hoped this would only take a minute or two, grab what was needed and LEAVE!!! I forgot I had to try on EVERY PAIR OF PANTS IN THE FREAKING STORE.
TWO HOURS LATER....Grandma if finally ready to go, and I still had night of homework and laundry to do. And to tell the truth I was beyond felling sad for myself, until that really quick hug for a stranger's kid.
It was fleeting, but strong. It made me happy someone so little would pick me to give one of his precious hugs too. And I needed that hug so bad.
That kid would be in his early 40's now, and I hope he still gives his hugs as freely as he did then. I really do.
When I was about 13 my grandmother took me to Yellow Front (remember them?) to buy, I think pants. When we were checking out his cute little boy was leaving, he couldn't have been more than 3, and he ran up to me and gave me the biggest hug. I had no idea why, and now that 40 years have passed I doubt he remembers me at all.
I remember thinking "Kid, will you remember when your my age that you gave a tired teenager a hug?" I doubt he remembered me by the time he got to his car with Mom, but here it is, 40 years later, and I'm remembering that toddler running up to me just for a hug.
Because of that child I have KNEW there had to be a higher power. I'm not sure if it is God as most churches say it is, but I knew someone somewhere someone was looking after me.
Let me back this up. Earlier in that day I had been woken up by my screaming mother. (Not a great way to wake up folks, I don't recommend it, and I should know, that is how most of my mornings started in my childhood and teen years.) So it looks like I had not finished the laundry the night before, and there was something in the wash she wanted to wear.
Well I had spent the night before finishing up some studying for a test the next day. That was NOT a excuse to her because, she claimed, I did not do homework. (Mom wasn't home much and just assumed I came home and slept every day...Ah, no.)
When I get to school, I managed to break both shoelaces before 10 am.
Got into a fight with one of my best friends. (D.D. Bowen) Then managed to get a substitute teacher who thought she would make her bones by reprimanding me for something I didn't do. She assumed it was me because I didn't argue with her and was sitting in the middle of trouble central.
At noon I discovered I didn't bring my lunch card, so no lunch for K.C..
And as I walked home in a "too early for the season" heat wave, the wind kicked up and I managed to get sand behind my artificial eye.
I FINALLY made it home, and downed three glasses of water ready to finish the offending laundry and call it a day, when my grandmother announced that it was time to go by some new pants for me and my grandfather. Mine were getting too short and Grandpa's was just worn out.
I would rather have teeth pulled out than shop, but I would not refuse anything for Grandma. So off we went to Yellow Front. On the way over in the 112 heat the A.C. died in Grandma's car. (what a shock.)
I had hoped this would only take a minute or two, grab what was needed and LEAVE!!! I forgot I had to try on EVERY PAIR OF PANTS IN THE FREAKING STORE.
TWO HOURS LATER....Grandma if finally ready to go, and I still had night of homework and laundry to do. And to tell the truth I was beyond felling sad for myself, until that really quick hug for a stranger's kid.
It was fleeting, but strong. It made me happy someone so little would pick me to give one of his precious hugs too. And I needed that hug so bad.
That kid would be in his early 40's now, and I hope he still gives his hugs as freely as he did then. I really do.
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