Phone Call from the Heart

Our weekend went by way too fast and his girl had to leave. She stayed as long as she could Sunday evening. We hugged her goodbye in the house and again in the driveway. They left together and shortly they came back again - in separate cars.

Well, we said our goodbyes one last time at the car. She drove away from our house, crying, at around 7:30 PM. We knew that things were better for them, maybe not back to where they began, but certainly there's hope now.

At about 10 PM the phone rang. I checked the caller ID, she was calling from the road. He had gone out with his brother and some friends and I didn't want to have to tell her that he wasn't there for her to talk to. I picked up.

She asked me if she had left her checkbook in the basement family room - I checked. No checkbook. Then she said, "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure," I said. "Are you guys OK with me being back with your son?" I assured her that we were very happy that they were back together.

"We love you like a daughter." I said. That's when she started to cry.

She said, "I'm so sorry for what I've done. And I thought that you guys hated me and wouldn't accept me back. I was so scared, I didn't know what to do. I love your son and want to be with him forever. He's like a part of me - and I want him so much. And I miss you guys too. I miss the talks we used to have. Your family is special to me and I don't want to lose you either."

We talked a while longer but soon we hung up and I told my wife what she had said.

Sometimes it's tough to be a parent. Other times it's heart warming. This time it's both... And this time there's hope.