Frantic five minutes
22 February 2008 Christine Gill
I had to leave. It was time to go. The daughter would be getting out of school in less than 15 minutes and I couldn’t find the stupid car keys. Where were they?
Where were they?
There weren’t in there and they weren’t under there and they weren’t behind there and they were completely gone and had ceased to exist and I was gonna have to get a taxi or something and I’d be so so incredibly late and the teacher would give me that look again. And I’d feel ashamed. I am a rotten mother because I do not put my keys away properly in a place where I can find them and my children suffer because of it. There she would be, the 4 year old daughter, standing in the cold and not knowing if I would ever come. A stiff wind would blow to dry the tears that fell…
I said to God, “Father!”, I said, “Help me find the keys, please, I need to know where they are or there will be much suffering” (this is the extended version of what I said)
And in desperation I raised my hand to my head like a damsel in one of those old, silent movies… and the keys were in my hand.
Now. What have we learned today ?
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tags: parenting,
prayer,
shame,
silly,
stories
Things being said about Frantic five minutes
On 7 March 2008 sonya Armstrong wrote:
Oh that sounds all too familiar!!
I have successfully lost two pair of keys, both of which I believe I accidentally threw away (on trash day no less) when I had other garbage in my hands that I had brought in from the car……….arghhhh. We had to buy new ones (twice) and now paul told me I must wear them around my neck, and I do, so let’s hope this works!!
On 15 March 2008 margieh wrote:
[smiling…no. . . laughing!]
I love it!