*Warning* This status contains happy feelings and heartwarming details, as well as my usual rambling thoughts on life. If your soul is at all cynical or sour about the human race, or you just hate long FB statuses, then just move on to creeping someone elses profile. September 9, 2014 Location - Southcentre Mall, Calgary AB I stood there in a stance that was half way between a lunge and squat, whilst holding my 2 year old son by the collar of his shirt. In an attempt to escape, he started to produce sounds that resembled a dog straining at their leash...like uncomfortably choking himself...all in the name of escaping my grip, and bolting into the oblivion of a suburban mall. Behind me, patiently doing circles and talking to himself, waits my four year old. He is valiantly protecting the diaper bag, new sneakers and the $1000 worth of organic, locally produced, vegan, no sulphate, no fragrance or dye or detergent or bubbles or fun or anything life-threatening hand soap, that Im pretty sure my husband will divorce me for purchasing it. All the while Im trying to return the firetruck ride on thingy - that Liam begs me to get every time we go to the mall - because if I dont return it, then I dont get my $2 back. And if I dont get my $2 back, then that just makes me a sucker for renting that god damn thing because I have a $5000 stroller in my van, that I convinced myself that I needed, and Im pretty sure my husband will divorce me for purchasing it. So there I am...talking to the preschooler, violently restraining the toddler and trying to secure the firetruck that does not turn well, and has a Hummer sized wheel base. Add this moment to the list of goat show moments Im collecting as a mother. And then I hear her voice. Can I help? I answer on pure instinct. YES!!! Oh wait...no...ok...take him! Quickly, I transfer the scruff of Owens collar to this stranger, and momentarily glimpse that she herself has a sweet miss, straddled on her hip. After completing the firetruck task, I turn to my helper. And instantly I know. Shes a Bonhage sister. I know it, the way I know that my sink at home is full of dishes...this woman is a Bonhage sister. It is in the colour of her eyes, and the sincerity of her smile. It is in her easy laugh, and super cute outfit. I ask the question, but the answer of Yes I am! is obvious...shes a Bonhage sister. A quick chat, where I state Just tell her Courtney, shell know....like Im somehow the one and only Courtney in all the universe...like I think Im the Cher of Flight Attendants. Anyhooo...after I shove my ego and massive cranium back into my cozy fall vest, we part ways. Adieu, helpful Bonhage sister. And then I think about you and your little sister all the drive home. I just couldnt believe how immediately kind she was, and how her offer of help lacked any self-consciousness. And I also knew that many people would do the same thing, but unfortunately not ENOUGH people ever do. I knew that your younger sister would have done the same thing. And then I thought...I bet they all do it. I bet all the Bonhage sisters are lovely, and funny and gracious. And then I thought...good gravy...their parents must be amazing. I bet they taught their daughters to be kind to everyone. I bet they taught them to be brave and curious. I bet they taught them to be proud of who they are. I bet they taught them the world is a wonder, that it should be seen, and then you always come home. I bet they taught them to not only like their friends, but love them. I bet they taught them that the Beatles are the greatest band that has ever been. I know all this to be true, because I know Cara Bonhage. And shes lovely. And shes fun. And shes gracious. My lemonade girl, you are getting married this weekend and Im so happy for you and Adam. Surrounded by all who you love, and that love you, is just the perfect way to be. Please tell your parents what a great job they have done with their girls, and just create a bucket load of memories this weekend! And you will probably be married for approximately 5 minutes, and someone will inquire about your plans to procreate. Well...Im going to beat them all to the punch...no pressure, but could you please put another Bonhage on the earth? Because they will be lovely, and fun and gracious. oh...and on a side note. I never got my god damn $2 back...but I got so much more in return. xo.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 22:41:25 +0000
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