I felt like I was having an emotional morning. Maybe my long lost period is going to come back soon. But that darn bus has been late lately, you know the story. So, the kids went out to the bus about 10 minutes too early (in my book anyway) Hope was hungry and I was trying to do a few things. All of a sudden, I hear brakes. I run outside and Hayden and Hannah are getting on the bus. All I see is Hayden climbing the stairs, he looks back at me with a very sad/sweet look. The next thing I know, he is sitting in his seat crying. He was sad because I messed with the routine, or better...the bus came early and I wasn't there-like normal. It made me realize he really is still a little fella and needs his momma. The bus made a second "tour" of our street, and I marched myself up there to give him a kiss. I shouldn't have, it made him cry all over again. AND...
My one neighbor wasn't at the bus stop this morning. She got a call yesterday morning from her Mom and was on the airplane by 11. Her Dad was in the hospital again and his cancer had spread, all over. Brain, spinal cord, bones. He was diagnosed with lung cancer 1 1/2 years ago. He was just at MD Anderson for a full body scan 2 months ago (everything was fine), and now he has 2 weeks. My parents are on that cruise, and all I wanted was to call them and say I love you. BUT...
On a happier note, I have a Mary Engelbreit desk calendar. This year's theme is Laugh With Me. I was putting something on my calendar in October when I happened upon this picture. I will be happy today as I clean my bathrooms thinking about Hayden at school...happily playing.
Carry Laughter with you wherever you go. -Hugh Sidney
8 comments:
You had all that happen by 7:33 this morning? Holy cow, you have had a morning. We all have our days. Love you. And I am quite ready for Mom and Dad to be back from the cruise. Don't you just feel like talking to them???
Wow -- poor little guy. I guess that's something to remember -- that the routine means the world to the littler ones. Sigh.
8:30, my little clock stamp is an hour off. And yes, I feel like talking to them. When you know you can't you want to all the more, right?
I can totally relate to Hayden, except I'm almost 20 years older...I wonder if I'll ever grow out of this stage!! I cry every time I have to say goodbye to my mom! What a cute story, I love that you marched up there! You're such a great mom!!
Aww, Hayden is such a sweetie! Its nice to know he still needs his momma. He's cute.
What a sensitive little guy Hayden is. Bless his heart. You are such a sweet mom, Heather. That poor family, too...that just breaks me heart for them...you did have an emotional morning,, sheesh!
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oh what a sweetie pie hayden is. sad boy!
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