HAS ANYONE SEEN MY RINGS?
THE NIEBOURHOOD MOMS AND THEIR KIDS
In our homeowners insurance policy, the pool in our back yard had to be securely fenced, with a lockable gate, and it was. It also stated that in order to avoid any unnecessary lawsuits, all children in our pool must be accompanied by their parents or legal guardian over 19. I tried very hard to stand by that rule, but, of course, there is always the exception.
Next door to us lived a single mother and her two boys that just happened to be roughly the same age as the younger siblings visiting for the summer. They were all old enough to be somewhat responsible for taking care of the younger ones, so that I didn’t have to actually get in the pool with them, giving me the opportunity to get other household chores done. Everyone had a great time and made some great friends.
On this particular day, the pestering to be in the pool began early. I had a fair amount of activities to complete for the day so I agreed. The older kids helped the younger ones get ready and the next thing I knew the water is splashing and everyone is laughing and playing about in the pool. The sound of water splashing onto the deck and the kids laughter echoed through the house.
As the morning rolled on into the afternoon, the temperature began to rise. Most of the nieghbourhood moms knew our rules for the pool and didn’t want to come supervise their kids, so it was just mostly the nieghbour boys and the two kids I babysat, that we’re the extras in the pool with out thier moms. Never was there a time when they were all in the pool at the same time. My ability to supervise was limited and I was unwilling to have that responsiblety.
While sitting on the deck that afternoon watching the kids, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, this little face pearing in between the bars of the gate. It was a young girl about 7 or 8 years old and I did not recognize her. By this time we had lived in the neighbourhood long enough to know who all the nieghbourhood kids were. I wondered if she might be new to the nieghbourhood, or maybe one of the kids from a different nieghbourhood. I didn’t remember seeing any moving vans lately and normally nieghbourhood kids stay in their own nieghbourhoods, unless invited by friends from school.
I went over to the gate and began talking to the girl. I asked her waht her name was and where she was from and where her mom was. As soon as she started speaking, I knew something was just not right…
NEXT MONDAY, LEARN MORE ABOUT THE LITTLE GIRL, AND WHAT RELLY HAPPENED TO MY RINGS!