“Children are mirrors; they reflect back to us all we say and do.” ~ Pam Leo
For whatever reason I haven’t slept soundly for several weeks, so after a very long day as of late, I began to reflect on my day.
Up at 6 am, out the door by 7:30, first appointment until 8:15, dog park to exercise dogs, run errands until 10 am, sit down for a snack, second appointment from 11 to 12:30, lunch, catch up on bills and do laundry, out the door again by 2:30 to see third specialist until 4:15, then stop at the grocery store.
Being tired, I should have called it quits from there, but I promised Kiddo we would go to a community event that was taking place outdoors from 5 until 8.
I checked the clock. It was 4:45. Though I knew we might be one of the first to arrive, I hoped to make an appearance then leave.
We had to park a couple of blocks away then walk across black asphalt in 90 degree weather. I wasn’t even sure where to go, so I grabbed the invitation and Kiddo’s hand as we strode past all the people and wound our way over to the tents. The flyer in my hand indicated there was a bouncy house, so as soon as Kiddo spotted it, we headed in that direction only to be told it was $1 per minute to go in.
Though I had a little money with me, I really wasn’t expecting to have to pay.
I looked at Kiddo who was in a starting block position, with arms bent and feet ready to run inside the inflatable.
“Can you break a ten?” I asked the attendant, wiping the sweat and humidity from my face.
“Sorry” was the answer. “I forgot to bring change.”
I looked around to see if anyone near us could help us out. People started looking away or shaking their heads.
At this point you might be wondering if I handed over that ten bucks and let Kiddo start jumping to “their” heart’s desire.
Nope. I was way too hot and exhausted for that.
“I’m very sorry honey,” I said to Kiddo taking “them’s” hand. “I didn’t think to bring any change so we need to leave.”
Rather than throw a fit, Kiddo sweetly walked with me back to the car. I was so grateful I almost cried.
“I’m really sorry you didn’t get to go into the bouncy house,” I said as I tucked “them” into bed later that night.
Kiddo encircled my neck with loving arms. “It’s okay mama. We all make mistakes. Just try not to let it happen again.”
I still smile every time I think of it.
(Note: For confidentiality reasons, “Kiddo” and “them” refers to the child in our foster care at the time of this post.)