A BLAST FROM MY PAST

 Welcome to our house in the Morning

Today I woke to the chimes on the alarm clock.  My daughter had set for 5:00 a.m.  However, the clock was in my room and to far from her room for her to have ever heard it.  Was it designed for the clock to wake me, so that I could wake her?  Does she wake easier to the sound of my voice rather than the chime of the clock?  I have offered numerous times for her to TAKE THE CLOCK into her room. She graciously defers each time to leave it with me.  I wonder why?  Then I wonder why I don’t just move it myself? Is it that I like the idea of her needing me still?  Am I somehow dependent on her dependence?  Would that make me co-dependent? I wonder.  Well, I am not sure if tomorrow the same will occur.  I am not sure that by the end of the day I will even remember that I wondered about all of this.  But for now, I ponder. 

Did God give me breath to day so that I could be here to wake my 16 year old twins for school?  Is his design for their lives greater than that of mine? Well, there is yet another daughter.  But she is a mere 11 years old.  Amidst the hustle and bustle of the morning crowd, she remained asleep.  Because I woke her late, she missed the bus to school.  Since my 19 year old had blown the motor in his car several weeks ago, I had to let him use my car to go to school.  He’s a college student and must travel some 24 miles to school each day.  Well, anyway, I could not take her to school because he had to leave early enough to drop me at work and to make it to class in time.  Its finals and you can’t be late.  It was still too early for my 11 year old to be dropped at school.  But even so, there was not enough time to take her to school, me to work and get him to class before the doors locked.  So, she came to work with me. I have the greatest friends in the world who happen to be my co-workers. I knew that one of them would take her for me.  Despite the soaring price of gas and the demands that their own family puts upon them, I just knew hat someone would be willing to help a sista out. 

I understood why my daughter was very sleepy and did not wake on her own as she sometimes does.  We had arrived home late the evening before, somewhere around midnight from a church trip that required 3.5 hours of return travel.  I was really feeling her.  I started to let her stay home from school after missing the bus.  But I saw that MAMA don’t leave me here look in her eyes and I just could not do it.