The Kids Are All Right
This afternoon I was riding my bike and came across C.E., 6, who like most of the kids I used to babysit for I hadn’t really seen in ages. I said hello, she said hello, I rode off.
When I got home I had a call from C.E.’s mom. Apparently she missed me and was now sobbing that she wanted to see me.
This warmed the very cockles of my heart, I tell you.
I went over to her house, hugged her, held her, read to her, colored with her. We had a great time. I miss her too.