I posted this under this category because Moms & Dads all have a sense of ESP when it comes to their Kiddos.
Today was the day my son returned from camp and he wasn’t expected home until at least 3pm. This afternoon. None of the kiddos were home except for one so I went out last evening and planned on sleeping in this morning. Around 10am I woke up and couldn’t get comfortable and go back to sleep. I remember going into the kitchen and thinking about my son while drinking some cold tea. Soon, I returned to bed but I was still uncomfortable and unable to do anything but doze. This went on until noon when the phone rang. It was my son saying he was home from camp and to unlock the door.
At this point I was a little bumfuzzled. “Why is my son calling me to say he is home? It is no where near time for his return and I was supposed to pick him up.” I thought. About the time I unlocked the front door, there stood my son with a distressed look on his face and an icepack on his arm. Just my son, standing there, no luggage, no look of ‘Great to be home’ just, a “hold me Mom’ look. The minute I opened the door and saw him I knew something was wrong. I asked, “Why are you home so early, why didn’t you call me to come and get you and what is wrong?” “Mom, we wrecked.” He said. “What?!” I exclaimed, thinking, hoping he was referring to the camp golf cart again like last year. He stated, “The Church van, it’s totaled, we had a bad wreck.” (I tell you this, I have feared and known since a while back this was going to happen. Call it Mom’s ESP, but I knew.) I said, “When, what time?” “Two hours ago.” He said. I grabbed and hugged him like it was the first time ever.
My son then told us what had happened and after talking to him I discovered that he had a big goose egg on his head, mild whiplash and a very sore arm. He was there with me and alive, I couldn’t be more grateful. My son explained he had no luggage and that it was in the large red trailer still connected to the van. I thought to myself, “Well, no clothes to wear but thank god he is safely home.” (8 sets of clothes for 5 days, lol, it was everything he had that wasn’t in the laundry. He then left to go and see his dad. At first I was upset but then realized that after a traumatic experience like that I would want to be with both of my parents also. Just after he left I got a phone call from the church. They had retrieved the trailer and I could come and get my sons belongings. I explained to them about his minor Injuries and that there was a possibility that his arm may be fractured. They asked that I keep them informed on how well he was doing. I assured then we would watch him close; I am a former nurse and his dad specializes in pediatric nursing he is in good hands.
I had to take John (NytWolf) to work this evening so I would be able to pick up my older son and his friend from church at 11pm tonight. On my way home, an inner force to drive by our church drew me like a horse to water. Once there I couldn’t believe what I saw, my body had the coldest chill and charge of reality I have ever had in my life. Not only had they gotten the trailer back, but there sat the big white van. The right side had no tire, wheel or mounting, the side and door are pretty damaged from the guardrail, somehow they managed to get a tire on the front left side to tow it and the back left side tire was flat and full of holes and shreds. So the story goes, the heavy red trailer kept the van from flipping even with the wheel it lost. My son said that the counselor (A friend my age that I went to school and church with) in the front passenger seat was saved by his seatbelt. Apparently, the passenger door flew opened when it hit the guardrail. All of the children inside were very shaken but only suffered minor injuries.
I recently had to quit a job that I had at a handicapped vehicle conversion shop. We were sending out mailers when I left my position to replace all passenger vans at churches and retirement centers due to the vast amount of them that have flipped killing and seriously injuring passengers. We were also mailing out the government reports, pictures and stats on these vans. I know better than anyone what that trailer being on that van did. That Large red trailer saved a group of children from harm and death. It also saved a bunch of parent’s heartache and pain from the possible burial of their children.
I felt it when the wreck occured and it wasn't the first time, I think most of us Moms and Dads have done this.I am just glad that the passengers are all okay, I’m glad my baby boy made it home. 11 years is not long enough for either of us. * Wipes tears*
STEEL DOVE How it changed my life:My son left for camp this last Monday. He is about to turn eleven years old, he is amiable, sensitive and loving. I remember very well when he was born, took his first step and said his first word. I was there when he first got in the water and I taught him how to swim. I saw my son hit his first homerun, make his first tackle and dried his tears each time he missed the ball in each sport. Oh, how I remember the case of Chicken Pox that put him in the hospital due to it’s severity and the two times he was so sick his fever reached 103. Good old Mom, (that’s me of course) even gave him his first haircut after his brother decided to whittle on his platinum hair; they wanted to play Army and needed ‘Army Haircut’s, so his big bubba said anyway. (Says with raised eyebrow still) Yes, those are wonderful memories, ones that after today I will take a little less for granted and try to think of them a little bit more often.
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