I can’t believe it. My son called and my little sweetie really is broken. A few days ago I wrote about a trip to the park that resulted in a dash to the hospital with my three-year-old granddaughter…picture it…a green, grassy park, trees, birds, squirrels, giggling…and then the moment that stopped my heart…my little punkin fell off of a picnic table.
The doctor said her arm wasn’t broken…he didn’t think. Now, a week later the radiologist calls to say…Oops, it is broken. I feel sick. So, Mommy and Daddy made a trip back to the hospital and now she has her first cast. It is a really pretty pink. I’m still feeling sick. I really did break my granddaughter…I didn’t mean to. I was sitting right there, but I just couldn’t react fast enough to catch her.
My mother has a gift…kind of a gift at jinxing…she has always been there to warn me about things we shouldn’t do…we shouldn’t allow…so somebody doesn’t get hurt or have anything bad happen. I used to scoff at her warnings, until I recognized her strange power. Really, I believed she got just a wee bit crazed and she went just a little wee bit overboard in her admonishments…”Don’t let those kids play on the hay stacks. Somebody’s going to break an arm.” It took several generations and a lot of years of warning, but eventually…it happened…somebody broke an arm. My nephew fell. ”Don’t let those kids play in the woods. They’ll get lost.” Again, a lot of years of warning, but eventually I got a phone call from the neighbors a few hills and a mile or so away…they didn’t know how they got there, but my kids were there…lost. So where was my psychic mother when all hell broke loose because of a picnic table? I have never heard her say…”Don’t let those kids sit on a picnic table. They’ll break something.” Well, Mother, ya missed that one and I broke a grandkid…your great granddaughter. I kind of feel let down..and sick…yeah, I feel sick. Poor baby girl. I guess I just need to blame somebody so I’ll blame my sometimes psychic, sometimes psycho mother…the mother who passed her sometimes psychic, sometimes psycho ways on to me. Yeah, she should have warned me about those picnic tables.
