My Tuesday Angel...  

SweetDarlinAngel 41F
2088 posts
9/28/2005 12:19 pm

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My Tuesday Angel...


So, there I am driving down the freeway. My 2 year old son (Baby) is behind me singing along to the radio at the top of his lungs. My 3 year old son (Forest) is the backseat to my right with his hand out the window waving to cars as they pass by. I am in the carpool lane taking them to daycare, I had just dropped off my fiance at work, after getting my step-daughter to Grammy's for the day. My cell phone is ringing, it's my 8 year old son's school. He is at the nurse's office. Someone needs to come pick him up, he is ill. It is 8:42am. It's still rush hour, I'm running late, the boys are already supposed to be at daycare and I should be half way to work by now. I look in the rear-view mirror and what do I see? Flashing red and blue, I'm being pulled over. I look at the speedometer. "Oh shit" I was going 75 in 55. I'm definately getting a ticket. So I tell the nurse, I'll be there as soon as I can. Hang up and start making my way off of the freeway toward my inevitable $200.00 dollar fine and one hour late explantion at the office. WooHoo! What a way to start my Tuesday.

After the cop gives me the usual "do you know why I pulled you over routine", and leaves. I pick up my cell phone and start calling the office. I'm going to be late. Call the daycare, everybody's going to be late. Call my fiance, "Honey, see what happened was..." and the officer comes back to the car. "Miss, I'm going to have to take you license plate off of the vehicle. Your auto insurance is invalid." WTF!!! He walks away and starts to take the plates off of the truck. I'm still on the phone with my fiance. It's her truck. At first I was calling like a guilty party, now, I'm pissed. So, instead of having this apologetic tone, I start yelling at her. What the hell is going on! The cop is taking the plates off of the truck. We are stranded on the freeway, I've got the kids in the truck, I've got to go to work. What is going on... you get the picture. So my mother comes to the rescue, we borrow her car for the day, get the children where they need to be, the small ones to daycare the ill one to Grammy's and my fiance and I head to DMV to handle the insurance and vehicle issues.

So begins my day at the Department of Motor Vehicles. We arrive there at about 10:30am. It is packed. Jam packed. Every seat is full. Apparently there is a rule that when you go to DMV you should make it a family affair. Bring the wife, the kids, grandma, uncle Pete and no one should shower. At least no one should shower this week. So all of the people are crammed into the poorly ventilated building, sweating, smelling, coughing on one another, with very small children. Small children who are not happy to be there. The place is set up so that the center of the floor is completely baren. Like you are wating for a show to start. The seats all face the center and are arranged on 4 sides. Creating a stage atmosphere. The clerks are all against the wall behind where the waiting area seats are arranged. So this center area is completely empty for absolutely no reason. Everyone sits in these chairs facing each other and stares straight ahead into the strangers faces across the way. It makes a very awkward setting. Then from behind you, the clerks call your number.

It is in the center area, that a little girl was sitting on the floor. She was perhaps 5 years old. Dressed in pink from head to toe. Little t- shirt and shorts and matching sandals. She spoke no English, neither did her mother. She just sat there and once in a while she would stand and twirl herself around the center of the room like a ballerina. After watching her for about half an hour, I went and knelt in the center of floor next to her, held her hand abover her head while she twirled. Her face lit up and she smiled at me. We danced together like this for 20 minutes as the monotonous computer droned off numbers ahead of us and more people left and even more people came. She and I were in our own little world. My fiance went and sat next to her mother and father. My fiance began to speak with her father who was quite fluent in English, that kept the two of them entertained while her mother watched the two of us in the middle of the floor.

I took ballet for 15 years, this small child was in her 3rd year of lessons. Her mother had a small tape player with her, she turned it on and began to play the music from her daughter's rehersals. I stood next to this little girl and watched her as she showed me each stance and move. Together we performed the entire balet while waiting to be called back for our turn at the window. This little girl had been so unhappy because she had no one to reherse with, they had moved from Quebec and her favorite thing was balet. Her mother had not found her a new dance studio to join yet so the little girl had been dancing alone for the last two months. She and I danced to this music, her favorite balet, for more than two hours while we waited for our turn. She smiled. She laughed and giggled. She made me laugh. Those two hours went by so quickly. All of the other people waiting in that building said that the time went so quickly, they just watched me and this little girl dancing and laughing, spinning and leaping. We even hummed and sang to the music as we danced. I went into that building so angry and foul. By the time we left, I was happy and refreshed.

Her mother was crying, so thankful to me for spending the time I did with her daughter. Thanking me. Her daughter was so much fun, made me feel so alive, I did things I had not done in 8 years. Laughed and danced more than I had in months. And this woman was thanking me. I told her that she was blessed to have such a wonderful, free spiritd child. I told her to cherish her daughter, because I would cherish the three hours that I just spent with her for a very long time.

I wanted to share this with you because this one little girl touched me so deeply. She reminded me that there are so many things that children give to us everyday that we take for granted. When I saw my boys that night, I hugged each of them a little closer and kissed them all a second longer.

~Angel


rm_luke69iner 49M
3275 posts
9/28/2005 2:53 pm

Nice post SDA

if we could retain the innocence of childhood and see the child in others maybe the world would be a better place


S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo
.
~Dante~


bedroomice2003 45M

9/28/2005 10:24 pm

It's always the little things that mean the most to us. We get so cyncial, put blinders on, and living a life of quiet desperation that we forget what's truly important - connecting with others. I bet that little girl was quite disarming and wonderful. I wish I was there to see it. Those are the moments worth living for.


beewulf9 39M

9/29/2005 3:01 pm

Sweet Darlin, Thank you, I was not in that office but what I read brought a major smile to my face. Thank you.


digdug41 50M

9/29/2005 6:42 pm

kids arent they great its a time I wish I could've held onto a lil while longer but most of the time I live vicariously through mine
and I'm glad that you can relay your thoughts so well that I envisioned the dmv the people and you and this little girl dancing
good stuff! and as far as the police I should've said while we were talking, fuck the police aint got nothing better to do

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SweetDarlinAngel 41F
2996 posts
9/30/2005 8:58 am

luke69iner I think the world is better place if we stop long enough to notice it.

bedroomice2003 She was absolutely beautiful. The entire moment was time stopping.

beewulf9 I'm glad that my memory could bring you to smile. It will bring smiles to me for many more days to come.

Digdug41 I live vicariously through my kids everyday, and I had a great childhood. I'm glad that I can paint a picture for you vividly enough that you could see my memory. Thanks for the support on how that officer treated my son, I think the police should ALWAYS be polite to children, he really upset me, I considered adding it to the blog but thought better of it.

~SDA

~Angel


warmandsexy52 66M
13164 posts
10/2/2005 12:41 pm

dearest angel - an image of heavenly beauty surrounded by purgatory, and so vivid. Of all the people in the room you chose to dance with the little one, and you brought joy to her as she did to you. Children bring a joy that only innocence allows, and it's precious for the time it lasts. Some, like yourself, know how to treasure these gifts of childhood, and sad, so sad, that so many don't. Thank you for sharing the magic. warm xx


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