I lost my keys on Mother’s Day. I know, I’m always losing my keys. Nate was kind enough to find the “KEYS” key holder that is supposed to hang on the wall but had fallen because I had also started putting bills up there and you know, it got a little heavy.
I suppose the keys were supposed to magically appear there. They didn’t. I found them under a fake strand of holly leaves on the coffee table. Yeah, just doing a little re-organizing. Who am I kidding? I don’t have time to organize, let alone re-organize!
Something Nate said just broke my heart. He said, “Maybe this is a sign that we should stay home today.”
I said, “Maybe it’s a sign that we shouldn’t be out right now and when we find the keys, then we can go.”
He said, “Maybe it’s because Daddy is waiting on us.”
“What do you mean, Nate?”
“Well, maybe Daddy’s waiting for us somewhere on the road and that’s why we can’t find the keys.”
More discussion ensued about our feelings and our thoughts and I did my best to reassure him about his and my safety. It was a disturbing peek into the thoughts that go through my son’s head. I called the YWCA Family Abuse Resolve Center today. They haven’t returned my call yet.
Have to get ready for work. Hope you had a great Mother’s Day.