Each morning I have an online “morning newsletter” of our local paper sent to me via my school mail. I have my mail account set up so that a snippet of each email is visible below a certain line. (Don’t ask me the technical terms - I work with five-year olds, remember? I like to calls things thingamabobber, dookickey and doodad.)
This morning as I was preparing to send my attendance and lunch count via that same email account, I received the newsletter. Smack on the front of the page was this picture of a collison that had occurred earlier this morning, and a horrifying headline. That car? It was the SPITTING image of MY car- the one I had let Sassy drive to school. Today. This morning. On that road.
My heart STOPPED IN MY CHEST and I was FROZEN.
Immediately thoughts were running through my head: Would someone have called me? Was that call from Sassy that went DEAD a half an hour ago HER? Shouldn’t someone be coming to GET ME?? WHAT’S GOING ON???
When I managed to collect myself, I grabbed my cell phone and somehow managed to press a button that called Sassy.
After one ring she answered, “Mom? MOM? What the (@** ARE YOU CALLING ME FOR? I’M IN SCHOOL! Jesus.”
Click.
Ahh. Never has a hang-up been so sweet.
And THAT’S the way to start a day.
