As mothers we have a sixth sense we need to trust.
It was hot yesterday. I mean, it was one of those - put on shorts and a tank-top, apply sunscreen and jump in the pool - kind of days. So we did. We headed across the street to our neighbors to take a dip. I plopped myself down next to the baby in the shade and watched the kids run around the pool trying to figure out who was going to jump in first.
As I sat there, an overwhelming feeling came over me. I had a flash image of me jumping in the pool to save a kid. This thought went quickly through my mind, “Man, the pool is going to be cold, how bad would it be if I just threw a ring to the kid instead of jumping in?” I was not dressed to go swimming. I had my summer uniform on, mens camouflage cargo shorts and a tank top. Then my mind wandered to the second Annual Women’s weekend in Vegas I’ve been planning on attending. As my imagination had taken me to an adult only pool, sipping some kind of sweet vodka filled drink, I heard a scream. It was one of mine, the six year old. He decided to jump in and paddle towards the middle. Then he panicked. It was the first swimming day since early fall and the water was so cold. I think that startled him more than anything else. I looked up, he was paddling hard, trying to stay above water and, of course, I jumped in.
I KNEW IT. I FELT IT! I wasn’t scared or shaken by the whole thing at all. I knew it was going to happen. It was a very odd experience. I just grabbed him, and dragged him in, all the while shaking my head! This is the sixth sense I am talking about. It has only happened to me a handful of times, but when I have that odd feeling, things just seems to happen.
Many, many years ago, before all the little rascals were here, we owned a motorcycle. One day, the hubby was going for a ride with an old business partner. I had that strange feeling. Actually, come to think of it, this was the first time it had happened to me. I was very leery of him going out riding that particular day. I was pissed that he went. I just wanted him to stay home, I had a very strange feeling about the whole thing. Well, about two hours later, I get the call. The hubby was in an accident, he was unconscious and on the way to the hospital! I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT!
So, now I know to trust myself. I know to trust my gut feelings and to be aware of them. We all have this sixth sense. Listen to it. It’s an inner voice that tells us to WAKE UP AND PAY ATTENTION!
Are you paying attention?
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