Good morning to all. Hope the weekend was great. It is hard waking up to a Monday and know that the work week begins. Today, my granddaughter begins her first day of school...preschool...but non the less, school. A special day!
Well, onto my blog for the day. As I sat and pondered what to write about today, one particular late afternoon came to mind.
This happened many moons ago. My children were 7 and 8 years old at the time. My 7 year old daughter was going to make her Holy Communion. It was the day before.
I was busy cleaning house and cooking. Getting all the preparations ready for the next day. My mother was over and helping we with every thing. When I have a party, you can guarantee, it has always been a big thing! This day in particular, was going to be a long day! I would begin with coffee and coffee cakes, then move into appetizers and then into a lunch which later would turn into a dinner. I had always prepared all the food myself...working days before the event.
Now, at one point in the late afternoon, my daughter had her friend from a couple of houses down over to play. Well, when it got closer to dinner time, my mother offered to take us out to dinner. She said that I had worked so hard that I deserved a break. I was ecstatic to have the time out, so I told my daughter it was time that the neighbor girl went home.
Now as crazy as this may sound, the kids were in the habit of walking the other kid home. My daughter said she would walk her home and be right back. Let me remind you the girl lived 2 doors away. Well, 10 minutes went by, then 20 minutes went by, and I began to get aggravated with my daughter, thinking she was dilly dallying around. I sent my other daughter there to bring her home. Well, my eldest daughter went and returned saying she wasn't there. Now, that is not what any parent wants to hear.
I thought the kids must be playing a joke of some sort, so I ran out of the house, angrier than a bull dog, and right to the house. To my surprise that mother and I checked all of her house and she was nowhere to be found. Now the pure panic set in. Could she have been grabbed walking home? It was only 2 doors away. I frantically started my way back home looking into each parked car on the street. Horrible thoughts began to cloud my mind as I raced up the front steps yelling for my husband and mother. I quickly explained the situation...simply....my daughter had disappeared. We frantically each took off, down the streets each taking a direction and screaming out her name. I was sick to my stomach. How could something like this happen.? You hear things like this but it could never happen to me.! But there I was searching frantically for my child. I knew that the next step was to call the police. As I raced back home to use the phone I opened the front door and ran through the living room, through the dining room and mid run, I heard something! A small giggle. I stopped dead in my tracks to find my daughter under the dining room table between the chairs. The table cloth had somewhat been a shield for her "Joke". I was so ecstatic to see her...to be honest, I didn't know what to do...spank her or hug her!! I called my family back in off the streets. I am not quite sure how long of a lecture she was given, and the next day was her Communion, so I couldn't enforce a punishment for then, but the day after and for the next week, she was grounded! The girls were never allowed to walk each other back to their homes. I learned to watch them walk themselves down to their house. It was a lesson for me. My racing thoughts and pounding heart was enough to know that I never wanted to go through that sort of fear ever again.
I am sure for years when we tell stories about our children and they want to cringe because we are telling the story....well, this was the story of all times for this daughter. She heard it many times over. Although I must admit there were many times more that caused my heart to stop or break over her...but this was the one that was the lesson of a lifetime for me.