Clarification

Bailey: Mother...

Mommy:  Bailey, what's my name?

Bailey:  It's Mommy, Mother.

 

 

Sigh.

The Importance of Mall Security

Mall security is incredibly important.  I guess I've always taken it for granted before.  But last Friday, I really took a moment to consider it and relish it.  Where would I have been without it?  They're there to make sure purse-snatchers aren't running amok in the parking lot.  They're there to make sure the little white gangster wanna-bes aren't stealing people's shoes and stabbing people in their pockets.    They're there to proclaim Code Adams and search frantically for someone's lost child.  And their most important duty?  The most important reason Oak Park Mall needs/ has mall security?  They have to make sure to keep the mall play area, the place with foam mushrooms and canoes completely safe and free of photography just in case some cute adorable redhead is perched on said-mushroom in an adorable fashion and her mother nonchalantly uses her Nikon in attempt to take a picture.  I mean, you never know what might happen.  That mother might actually get a decent photo taken.  All must be stopped.  Or that mother with the twins?  The mall must be saved.  And impressively, the security shows up just in the knick of time once the cameras above witness the cameras of mothers below.

 

Thank you Oak Park Mall Security for keeping us all safe from photo flashes and our albums free of another snap shot.  Thank you for your infinite protection of "private property."  Also, thank you for giving me one less place to shop.  It keeps more money in my account and less money spent at your establishment.  Again,thank you.  I know my husband does.

Between the bed and a wall

In between the bed and the wall is sometimes a frustrating place for me.  Stubbed toes in the dark when I should've been in bed hours previously haunt me.  I've also bruised my elbows more times than I want to count.  And in between that wall and the bed is a sleeping child, the most peaceful sight I've ever witnessed.  It's hard to believe that moments before, I was ready to plug my pitiful ears and rescue them from her screams.  And hours before, we'd had quite a time full of arguments and mischief, and needless turmoil, when all I should have done was take a deep breath, maybe a sigh.  In between that bed and the wall is enough room for forgiveness and a smile, and most of all, precious love.

 

But I'm sure I'll forget how much room there is when I bump my elbow tonight.