When 7 years old, Kirsten’s language was still limited to requests: “Get a snack?”, “Oh, apple?”, “Ice cream?” The fewer words it took to get her point across, the better. However, occasionally she would have these random, “I totally get it” moments! Here’s one of my favorites…
We planned a weekend getaway to a friend’s house. Our escape was scheduled for Friday evening. No worse time to travel. Traffic can be extremely heavy as everyone and their brother heads off for a little R&R. To get an early start, I rushed through my work routine. We raced home about 2-hours ahead of schedule, threw a few things into a suitcase, and were ready to be on our way!
We dashed off to the car where I settled Kirsten, tossed all our belongings inside, and grabbed an old cup to throw in the recycle bin.
As I’m headed back to the car, I hear …creeeeak-BANG. Nooooooo! Kirsten is now standing outside the car. And as her routine is to press the door-lock before exiting, I’m immediately aware of the situation. In an instant, all of our rushing around came to a complete standstill.
I looked longingly through the window at my keys while making a fatal attempt at the door handle. My shoulders slumped, my face dropped, and I took a deeeep breath. That’s when it happened.
Kirsten looked straight at me and in a clear, loud voice sang Shania Twain’s, “Honey I’m home and I had a hard day. Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way… get off my feet, give me something to eat…” What?!! In that moment she took me from complete dejection to absolute elation. Well-said Kirsten! Well-said!!!
It was crystal-clear. That girl knew a whole lot more about what was going on than she usually revealed. …I’m on to you Little Missy. I’m on to you!!
Your turn! Share your favorite “glimpse through the fog” moment!