Tell Your Child How Much You Love Him - Telling Your Children You Love Them
Don't Wait Until its too Late
Right now, before you read this, go tell your child how much you love and appreciate him or her. Go on - I'll still be here when you get back.
Monday, usually a dreaded day, started out nicely for me. It strayed from the norm quite a bit and I got to sleep in an extra hour. I usually get up at 6:30 am to get my kids up, make them breakfast, get them dressed, and get them to the bus. But on this particular Monday, none of that happened. On this particular Monday my husband, who usually leaves for work in the wee hours of the morning, was still home when my alarm sounded. It turns out he had a late appointment close to home and was able to get up a little bit later. As soon as I realized my husband hadn't left for work yet I started begging him to take our 7 year old to the bus for me. He agreed to it, much to my utter surprise, and woke all three of our children and made them breakfast while I lazed on the couch. It was a fantastic feeling and I was glad to take my time waking up; I had a killer sinus headache, my ears were buzzing from drainage, and it was raining out to boot. When it was time for my husband and my daughter to leave, I got up and gave them both a kiss goodbye and went back to the couch to my flannel blanket of comfort.
When I finally got my behind off the couch I played with my other two children for a short time - too short of a time as they were not ready for me to go in the other room to my computer. But I had to sign on to see how many views my hubs had gotten while I was sleeping and to see if I had any new comments. You see, HubPages.com has become an addition of mine and I check my status continually. My Mom was online so I sent her an instant message and we chatted for a few minutes. Just as I was signing offline, my husband called my cell phone on his way to work. He wanted to tell me about his appointment of the morning. While I was talking to my husband, I heard my back screen door open. All at once several things entered my mind; I remembered I didn't lock the door behind me after I let the dog out to go potty, I pondered the thought that maybe it was my Mom since she usually comes in without knocking, and then I realized I had just chatted with her online a second ago. As I was mentioning the noise at the screen door to my husband I heard a loud, forceful knock. I peeped through the tiny hole in the storm door but could not see anyone. With my ferocious sounding dog at my side and my husband on the phone, I opened the storm door, thinking it was probably a delivery from UPS or FedEx - it is the holidays after all. Much to my complete surprise, a uniformed policeman stood on my porch. I quickly hung up with my husband and I could feel my forehead scrunch up with confusion as I stared at the policeman, but I couldn't help it. Being the paranoid worry-wart that I am, I immediately thought of my sweet little girl that had left for school just a short time earlier. I knew nothing was wrong with my Mom or my husband because I had just talked to both.
I struggled with my dog to get out the screen door for what felt like 20 minutes. We both competed aggressively for the same small opening I had created to get onto the porch. Finally, I gave my dog a shove on the nose to make him move back and I was able to exit without him on my heels. The whole ordeal must have been quite the spectacle, because the policeman looked as entertained as a policeman can look. In my most professional voice, I asked the policeman "May I help you?" What the heck, was I back at work all of a sudden? Or was I simply shocked into submission by the uniform? The reason didn't matter because the policeman explained that he was looking for a missing kid that never made it to school that morning. Realizing I hadn't physically seen my daughter get on the bus this morning, the first thing I said was, "IS IT MINE?!" I couldn't help but yell it. The policeman quickly calmed my nerves by telling me it was not my child. At that moment, all desire to be professional went flying out the window as I lunged toward him in relief, maybe even saying a few swear words, to thank him for not bringing me that news. Then I realized, even if it wasn't my kid missing, it was still someone's kid missing. The policeman explained that a boy had left a note for his parents saying that he was sorry to be such a bother and that he had run away from home. The policeman wanted permission to search my property and any buildings on it to see if the kid had ducked for cover from the rain. It was good thinking on the policeman's part because I do indeed have several unlocked vehicles, an unlocked motor home, and an unlocked buck barn in my yard. Of course I gave the permission and even told him of a few more ideal hiding places on my property. Sadly, he did not find the missing boy and told me to call immediately if I notice anyone out of the ordinary. I promised I would indeed call if I noticed anything at all. With that, the policeman moved on to my neighbor's yard.
I went back in the house and walked in to my children, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush. I hugged my babies and told them how much I love them and thank God for them every day. My 4 year old hugged me back and told me she wanted to be my best friend forever.
I kept checking my yard throughout the day hoping to find the missing boy, but I never did find him. As the temperatures dropped into the upper teens last night, I hoped he had been found and was home safe and sound. And I also hoped that if he was found, his parents give him a huge hug and told him how much they love him and that he is not a bother at all. I know his parents care about him and love him tremendously because they acted so quickly. When the school notified them that their child had not made it to school, they must have dropped everything to go home and check on him, where they found the note. They must have called the police immediately because everything took place so early in the morning that he couldn't have been missing for long.
I know many Americans are worried about their financial futures right now. Everything is declining rapidly and right at the holidays, but please be sure to let your children know they are important to you and that they are a special part of your family.
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