Please keep walking.
I don’t know you but our children go to the same school. Your daughter is in Lucas’ class and your middle son is in the room down the hall. We greet each other when we see one another during pick ups and drop offs. The children all take swim lessons at the same pool so we see each other every week at the same time there too.
Please don’t sit down next to me.
I’ve watched your adorable pregnant self over the months and congratulated you when your new bundle of joy arrived. He’s teething so he has to be about five months old now. I know you were struggling to keep him happy today while the kids swam.
Please don’t come any closer.
I knew if you sat down the inevitable would happen. We would begin chatting probably about teething remedies and I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes off of him.
Oh, he is too cute and so happy with those big, bright, beautiful eyes.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
I would offer to hold him, giving you a moment of relief and a chance to dig through your diaper bag for a teething toy.
Lucas had these same alligator jammies. I hope I saved them.
I’d smile and play peek-a-boo, take in his sweet scent and hope to get a baby fix. All the while trying to stop the hurt in my heart, the longing penetrating my body and begging for mercy.
Why didn’t you just keep walking?