Roll out the Wagon
As I slung the heavy stroller from the back of the environmentally unsound vehicle, I noticed a familiar face across the street. After loading up all my snacks (for our dinner picnic) and my kids, we traipsed across the street to pick up a few more bits for our dinner. In a small town one may recognize many people throughout the day. The trick is learning when and where to approach people. Being from a small town I have grown accustomed to people staring at me, or my outfits, presumably, but this day, in what my husband calls my “house pants,” meaning that I shouldn’t leave the house in them, my leopard “Isa Hat” and and ratty old stroller with a mask bearing child aboard. Today was no different.
Obviously noticing me (as if she’d had a choice. Did I mention I also wore a bright pink jacket?) She approached me. Uh-oh did I cuss too loudly as I hauled that lumbering metal wheeled gurney out? No, I was intercepted by Ms. Mires, the years in New Mexico have warped my pronunciation of her name, the principal of the school where G. attended pre-school.
She gave me some of the best news I’ve heard in a long time! And little does she know, but it was news that made my eyes tear a little.
This means so much to me. Thanks kids! And all the families hauling stuff from the front door to their rooms or from the rooms to the front door appreciate it. Or more importantly carrying kids around.
Thanks again! I expect pictures will be following.