My helping hand on her big day |
Have you
ever had so many things to do that you wished you could clone yourself? You may
have discovered that there are many benefits that come with the job of
parenting, but a paid vacation is not one of them. Now that my bundle of joy
was almost a high school graduate, I decided to take a vacation, without him.
As I was
approaching the gate where my flight was to depart, my cell phone chimed. I
looked at the caller-ID, it was the employment agency. My son applied for a
summer job and a representative from the agency was calling me with more
details. He said my son needed to have an adult accompany him to the mandatory
orientation.
Pulling my
carry-on luggage behind me, I found a seat and conversed with the man on the
phone. “Can my older son attend the orientation with his brother?”
“He has to
be at least 21 years old.”
“Oh,” was
all I said. What I really wanted to say was, “He’s 20 years 6 months, 8 days…he’s
almost 21, doesn’t that count?”
There was
less than an hour left before time to board the plane. I needed to find a mom
substitute, someone who could stand in my place at the orientation, but who? My
mom and brother were with me. My options were limited…then the thought occurred
to me. My babysitter. The young woman began babysitting for my boys when she
was only eighteen years old.
My former
babysitter was now a married woman, I needed to pull her out of retirement. I
scrolled through my phone until I reached her number and with the tap of my
screen, the phone began to ring. In a rushed tone, I spilled all the
information from my head to her listening ear. “I can be there,” she said.
Clutch. My babysitter came through in a
clutch. That’s the word my teenager uses when someone comes through for you in
a challenging situation. My retired babysitter was my helping hand in that
moment I needed a stand-in. Her kindness is appreciated and goes a long way.
Have you
ever needed a helping hand in your parenting journey?
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