Deja Vu All Over Again
At the age of 60 I was fairly sure I would no longer be awake in the middle of the night waiting for
a beloved family member to come home. After all my children are married and I no longer automatically wake up a few minutes before their curfews hoping to hear the familiar sounds of their cars slowing and pulling to a stop in front of the house and then the key in the lock. But I was wrong. The other night when I could not sleep I heard Diva leave the bed and then go out the dog door. I did not hear her come back in. I listened, I tried to sleep, I told myself she was fine. I mean what could happen in the dog yard? Plus she is a barker and I heard nothing. But that old worry tape began to play in my head and I knew I would have no peace until I got up and looked for her. Naturally, all was well and she was curled up in another favorite place wondering why I had turned the light on and disturbed her. I wish I could say that had always been the case with my children.
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