Another One Bites The Dust

As I was walking out the door from dropping Kathryn at preschool, the teacher called my name. My shoes were wet from the rain, so as I tried to stop, my feet slipped out from under me and I went down. In the instant between the start of the fall and the actual landing, I had a whole lifetime to think of how I was going to handle this in front of ALL the other mothers dropping off their children. Gasps insued, but no laughter. What gracious people! I laid there, propped up on my arms, looking up at the other mothers, scanning quickly to see that there were no DADS there, too. Thank the good Lord for that! It was bad enough in front of other women, but a man having to see a fat woman laying on the ground with her leg twisted up under her, thinking he might have to help her up, would have honestly thrown me into a twisted seizure. Okay, so one mom came down to my level and touched my ankle, making sure it wasn't broken. Was that a smirk I saw on her face? No, that was just a dimple in her cheek......................I think. I slowly got up, dusted myself off, blew a kiss to my daughter, and trotted out the door. Damaged, but not broken.

Kaitlyn, waiting in the car to be dropped off at the Jr. High, asked what took me so long, "We're going to be late."
"I fell," I told her.
"No you didn't! Oh my gosh, how embarrassing! Let's get out of here!" No-Duh, I wanted to reply. "Oh, I almost forgot, are you okay?" There's that nice girl that I raised. I knew she was in there somewhere.