Friday, January 19, 2018

Because it's what mothers do

At about 11.45 yesterday morning my phone rang. 

I was in Zac's leading bible study so I ignored it. About twenty minutes later when we'd finished I checked my phone to find I had a missed call from Husband. 'Why is he calling me when  he knows I'm in bible study,' I wondered. My first thought was 'Oh no, perhaps something has happened to one of the children.'

The phone was nearly dead so I couldn't call him straight back so I planned to plug it in in the car and ring him from there but I was still clearing in the kitchen at Zac's when one of the women came in and said, 'There's someone here to see you, Liz.'

My heart leapt to my mouth. 'It's Husband. He's here to take me to hospital to see my injured (dying?) child!'

It turned out to be a woman who wanted to put up some posters.

I phoned Husband from the car. 'What is it?' I asked. 'Why did you phone me?'
'I wanted to check if you'd had the message.'
'What message?' (Heart, be still, be brave.)
'That I've got men in cutting the tree and I want you to get some money to pay them.'

I wonder if you ever stop worrying about your children.


2 comments:

Sharon Qualls said...

With 5, my mind is well trained to go in every direction when the phone rings.

nick said...

I don't have children, so I'm spared that particular worry, but I do worry about my 95 year old mum in Cambridgeshire and whether she's doing all right. I wouldn't like to think she was unhappy in her final years.