Today I had only a small job to do and went along after I’d seen Lauren for some electrolysis. She’s asked me to switch from a scheduled appointment I had for Friday. As I had no further work for today I decided to dine out for lunch with my ex. On the way she asked if I could collect her prescription while she parked her car. This I did. While waiting in the pharmacy a young woman came in pushing a pram with a baby in it. The baby boy was crying and continued to do so while she was being served. That is until he saw me. I couldn’t help but smile at him and give him a little wave. He stopped crying immediately and began to close his eyes. He was obviously tired and he was fighting against it. His eyes began to close and for a few seconds remained so. Then they opened again and he saw my smiling face and close his eyes once more. This happened about five times until finally his mum disturbed him as she moved the pram toward the exit. I remarked how lovely her son was and that he was tired and fighting it. She smiled and acknowledged the fact. Meanwhile I glanced back at the boy who kept looking at me as he was being pushed along. He began to smile back in the cheeky little way that babies do. My mind flashed back to the time when both my sons where his size and did exactly the same thing. Happy days.
We drove out to our destination and had our meal. During the meal I received a phone call from my youngest son who was asking me to transfer some money into his account by way of a temporary loan. I agreed and transferred the money a couple of hours later when back home and let him know. I was wondering what that baby would be like when he is twentyfour. Would he be asking his mum for a loan? It only seems like yesterday when my sons were in a pram.
Shirley Anne
