Like a boot to her stomach, his words hit her as she reaches for the handle of the van’s doors. His words peel away her pride and confidence in being a good mother. The hum of the air conditioning masks the sound of her stepping on crunchy old granola bars as she closes the van doors behind her and climbs into her seat. Keeping her eyes lowered so as not to cry, she accepts the encounter as a reminder; it is vital that she always be vigilant in watching over her children. She thanks the Lord for her children, whom she loves dearly, and for His protection, and even for painful reminders.
Posted by Kim at June 23, 2005 03:35 PMThis is entirely too close to home for comfort.
{{{HUGS}}}
Posted by: DawnP at June 23, 2005 04:36 PMWHOA! Is this from personal experience, or just a really good work of fiction?
Posted by: Rosanne at June 23, 2005 05:01 PMOops, sorry. ((())) I came here before reading your blog for today.
Posted by: Rosanne at June 23, 2005 05:03 PM