Never in my life have I experienced the kind of pure love as
I did with my kids. Truly they taught me how to love on a level that I didn’t
know existed. Now that’s the good part. Let me tell you of the day I woke up to
find them driving my car! Just to set your mind right, they were 12 and 10 year
olds.
I was so sick
that I had to drive myself to the Emergency Room. My boss had allowed me to
leave work early because I was feverish and short of breath. It was the worst
feeling in the world to struggle to breathe. Even my chest began to hurt when I
tried to cough. A proverbial elephant was sitting on my chest preventing the
simplest in and out task of breathing.
The ER doctor
told me had I waited an hour longer I would have died. I was diagnosed with Bronchial
Pneumonia. My temperature was 101 and I
actually felt like I was dying. So after getting my prescriptions filled I went
directly to bed. I put my oldest Warren Jr. in charge and told him if I wasn’t
awake in 2 hours, wake me up so I could try to make dinner. Putting him in
charge was probably a mistake. I should have called my mom to come get them,
but I decided that I could handle this on my own. Big mistake.
I had a Toyota
Camry and for those who know the horns on them sound different than a domestic
vehicle. The antibiotics and cough medicine with codeine had knocked me out. I
remember dreaming strange things like hearing my car horn blow. Surely this had
to be a dream, but then I heard it again, yet this time I woke up. The medicine
was working; I hadn’t coughed anymore, and had actually begun to sweat while sleeping.
My temperature had also dropped to almost normal.
I was still
weak I had to hold onto the nightstand to make my way to my bedroom window.
When I did my eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. My kids were driving
my car up and down the street! They weren’t going fast, but my Warren Jr. was
driving, while Shawn was doing the Princess Di wave. Each time Shawn would
wave, Jr. would blow the horn. So I wasn’t dreaming! I got angry and swore to
myself I would kill those two. They were always coming up with shenanigans that
made me a better parent. The only problem was I didn’t want to be educated in
parenthood in this manner!
Instead of
killing them, I called my mother and asked her could she come get her
grandchildren before they became non-existent of this earth. Then I somehow walked down the stairs, made
it to the front door and with as much strength as I could muster, I hollered
their names. When they saw me standing at the front door, the looks on their
faces was priceless. Jr. slowly pulled the car into the driveway and shut it
off. They looked at each other seeking to figure out how to place the blame for
their latest scheme.
In hindsight I
can laugh at that day because no one was hurt, and the police weren’t called.
My mother and sister eventually rescued my kids from harm and took them away to
their house. At that moment I was
relieved that Jr. and Shawn didn’t get hurt, they didn’t cause harm to anyone
else, and I could really get some rest so I could heal. But those kids are my
life. Jr. is deceased now, but the 23 years he was here I was blessed with his
presence. Shawn is now a married woman and her life stories are still just as
comical. I love my life!
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