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Midnight Phone Call
5/8/2006 7:32 amLast Read: |
We all know what it's like to get that phone call in the middle of the night. This night's call was no different. Jerking up to the ringing summons, I focused on the red illuminated numbers of my clock. Midnight. Panicky thoughts filled my sleep-dazed mind as I grabbed the receiver. "Hello?" My heart pounded; I gripped the phone tighter and eyed my husband, who was now turning to face my side of the bed. "Mama?" I could hardly hear the whisper over the static. But my thoughts immediately went to my daughter. When the desperate sound of a young crying voice became clearer on the line, I grabbed for my husband and squeezed his wrist. "Mama, I know it's late, but don't...don't say anything, until I finish. And before you ask, yes, I've been drinking. I nearly ran off the road a few miles back, and..." I drew in a sharp shallow breath, released my husband and pressed my hand against my forehead. Sleep still fogged my mind, and I attempted to fight back the panic. Something wasn't right. "And I got so scared. All I could think about was how it would hurt you if a policeman came to your door and said I'd been killed. I want...to come home. I know running away was wrong. I know you've been worried sick. I should have called you days ago, but I was afraid...afraid..." Sobs of deep-felt emotion flowed from the receiver and poured into my heart. Immediately I pictured my daughter's face in my mind and my fogged senses seemed to clear. "I think-" "No! Please let me finish! Please!" She pleaded, not so much in anger but in desperation. I paused and tried to think of what to say. Before I could go on, she continued, "I'm pregnant, Mama. I know I shouldn't be drinking now...especially now, but I'm scared, Mama. So scared!" The voice broke again and I bit into my lip, feeling my own eyes fill with moisture. I looked at my husband who sat silently mouthing, "Who is it?" I shook my head and when I didn't answer, he jumped up and left the room, returning seconds later with the portable phone held to his ear. She must have heard the click in the line because she continued, "Are you still there? Please don't hang up on me! I need you. I feel so alone." I clutched the phone and stared at my husband, seeking guidance. "I'm here, I wouldn't hang up," I said. "I know I should have told you, Mama. But when we talk, you just keep telling me what I should do. You read all those pamphlets on how to talk about sex and all, but all you do is talk. You don't listen to me. You never let me tell you how I feel. It is as if my feelings aren't important. Because you're my mother, you think you have all the answers. But sometimes I don't need answers. I just want someone to listen." I swallowed the lump in my throat and stared at the how-to-talk-to-your-kids pamphlets scattered on my nightstand. "I'm listening," I whispered. "You know, back there on the road, after I got the car under control, I started thinking about the baby and taking care of it. Then I saw this phone booth and it was as if I could hear you preaching about people shouldn't drink and drive. So I called a taxi. I want to come home." |
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5/8/2006 9:35 am |
Ummm...Jean, is this like really about you and your daughter? If so, I am glad you instilled enough into your little girl for her to call you and a cab...if not, it is an awesome reminder for us to stop, shut our mouths and listen to our kids...Thanks, and if it is, I'll keep you all in prayer... WLIC, Sabrina Blessings in His awesome & precious name! - Sabrina   
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5/8/2006 11:42 am |
Oops! Sorry! Just a story that was sent to me through email. I forgot to say that.
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5/8/2006 11:52 am |
Thank you for sharing such a private and heartfelt moment. A great lesson for all.
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5/8/2006 1:18 pm |
Whew...ok, cus I could've sworn you said your daughter was only 14...Ok, so just a wake up call for parents to talk to with your kids, not at them...Thanks! Sabrina Blessings in His awesome & precious name! - Sabrina
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5/9/2006 3:43 am |
Yeah! Brina, me too!! Don't ever do that again!......I have water falls spewing from my eyes!! Still, it is a heartfelt story! Love Ya and Ed, too! Maria
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 5/9/2006 2:46 pm |
A post to remember for sure and a good reminder. I have a teenage son myself. More listening and less preaching..... great story. BLOG COLOR FOR BEGINNERS
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5/10/2006 7:53 pm |
That was a great post to share. Thanks so much. peace...
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