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I will always be a mother of this little boy…
That little boy accused his dad and I of high jacking him last Friday evening to look at cars. We needed to buy one. And I mean need. And we were passing by…just a quick look we said. Car shopping is not something we ever do for kicks nor is buying a car. These items are necessities for us. I digress.
Time was moving on like molasses in winter waiting for the “lowest price” quote . He said, “I’ll walk home.”
“No, you can’t do that. It is not safe!” “No, Mom,” with a chuckle he said, “I am going to walk home on that road so drive home that way to pick me up in case I am not home yet.”
“But it is dark and you’ll have to walk on the road.”
The salesman came back. My dear son stayed; I think only because we were done.
Rob is 27 years old, recently resigned from the army with the rank of captain and spent 2 combat tours
and I do mean combat in Iraq.
I am still his mom.
Really, I was not over reacting. It simply just would not have been safe.
One of the best Mother’s Day cards I ever received.
Bushel and a Pickle 