Mothers have this instinct like no one else. They have this thing called motherly instinct. It's like when you hear on the news that a fucking 120 pound woman lifted a 4,000 pound car to save a baby. No one ever asks why the baby was under there in the first place and why she had to lift the car to retrieve the baby in the first place.
Like why didn't she just crouch down and get the baby that way? Was the baby seriously in the center and the mother couldn't reach? Maybe then would it be understandable for the mother to lift the fucking car. But then again how the hell did she manage to let her baby get under the car.
Maybe I'm being too insensitive, they were probably in an accident or something that made lifting a car a necessity.
Regardless, mothers are fucking insane. When I was little I would do a lot of shit and the amount of injuries Connie Hoying prevented are insane. She deserves a reward honestly.
When I was almost ten years old I really wanted to play hide and seek. And for some stupid fucking reason I thought shouting "I'm playing hide and seek, come find me!" Was a good idea to get everyone to play with me.
I guess I thought if I started the game, I didn't give them the chance to decline. So I shouted it and of course no one was paying attention. My mom and Lauren were baking or something in the kitchen while my dad was doing yard work.
I thought that the best place to hide was the trunk of this old car my dad had just finished working on. So I guess from my adventure of getting the keys, unlocking the trunk, getting in, and closing myself in the trunk I dropped the keys, outside of the fucking car, I had previously retrieved.
The first few minutes I didn't think anything of it, I just thought "oh they'll see the keys on the floor and find me." But boy was I wrong because no one was fucking looking for me.
Of course this day was in the middle of July and it was over 100 degrees. So I'm laying in the trunk sweating my little balls off and I slowly start to panic. It felt like forever so I pretty much gave up hope on them looking for me.
I wrestled with the trunk trying to get it open but there was no use. They didn't use to put trunk openers in the trunk of the car, especially not the 1956 corvette my dad had been working on.
When I couldn't get it open I started banging the sides and screaming at the top of my lungs begging for someone to find me. Of course, my dad was on the other side of the yard probably with some headphones in playing loud music I didn't like and my mom and sister were in the fucking house.
No one could hear me and soon I gave up. But I only really gave up because it was getting real hard to breathe and I started to get too dizzy to focus.
Anyway the point of the story; my mom was in the kitchen with my sister joking and laughing before suddenly she got a bad feeling. She turned to my sister and was like "where's Scott?"
My sister shrugged not thinking anything of it but my mom still had that bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She told my sister to go find me.
My sister searched the entire house before making it outside and seeing the keys on the ground. She found me unconscious with red cheeks and sweat pouring down everywhere possible.
Good thing my sister knew what to do because if the roles were switched I'd have no clue. I'd probably run to mom a crying mess but she didn't. She took off all my clothes as she ran my pathetic ass to the pool.
She cooled me down and ultimately saved my life. Anyway the point is: how the fuck did my mom know there was something wrong? I played outside all the time and for hours too. How on earth did she know something was wrong and that I was in trouble? I'll tell you how: motherly instinct.
In my twenty five years of living I've taken it for granted but I will never take it for granted again.
I was walking with Shawn to the grove when I got a call. Batonnie the contact read. I chucked at the name like I always did when it popped up.
I picked it up with a smile mouthing to Shawn who it was. "Hey ma! What's up?" I greeted still smiling.
"Good good. How are you? Are you okay?" She asked and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Yeah I'm fine ma. Why? What's wrong?" I asked and Shawn looked over concerned.
"Nothing sweetie, I just had a bad feeling is all. What are you doing?" She asked as we approached the entrance of the restaurant we were going to go to.
Shawn whispered that he was going to go in and get us a table. I nodded and let him go, "I was just walking with Shawn to the grove. We wanted to eat at this place we always go to."
"How nice, honey. Well I won't keep you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I love you." She said and I frowned.
"I love you too ma and I'm fine. I'll come visit soon. I miss your guys' beautiful faces. Oh and next time I'll have to bring Shawn. It's about time you guys meet him." I said the smile returning to my face.
"Yes I would love that. I need to meet the man that's making my son so happy. Especially after the last one." I laughed shaking my head.
"He's a good one. And Mitch approves and you know how hard it is to get his approval for these types of things." I said chucking.
She laughed on the other line, "he's just protective over you and I'm glad because I can't be when I live so far away from my boy. Besides you are the same way with him."
I scoffed, "that's because he brings home guys who aren't good enough for him." She laughed and I sighed. "All right ma I'll talk to you-"
Boom.
Okay ouch. What the fuck just happened?
I couldn't see or at least I thought I couldn't see. Nope I definitely could see, my eyes were just closed. I opened them and was in an entirely different location than I was just a few seconds ago.
There was a loud high pitch ringing in both my ears that was annoying the fuck out of me. I was laying down for some reason so my head was on hard ass concrete but I could barely feel it.
I tried to sit up but a piercing pain in my lower back stopped me. Jesus ow. My head was pounding which was another really annoying thing happening to me at the moment.
I finally managed to lift my head enough to see a Walgreens across the street. That's weird I just walked through here. I did with Shawn didn't I? Was that today? God if this fucking ringing in my ears doesn't fucking stop.
I turned my head a little to look in front of me. Is that the- wow Shawn and I were just going to go there. Luckily we didn't- oh shit. Shawn? Fuck where the hell is Shawn?
I looked down to assess my situation and god do I wish I hadn't. You know those two things people use to literally do anything? Like walking, running, dancing, etc? Yeah I didn't fucking have those anymore.
I mean I had a good portion of my thighs but the rest was no where to be found. There was blood everywhere and I mean fucking everywhere.
Maybe it's because my fucking legs are gone. I know they didn't just disappear so... god will the ringing quit it I'm trying to focus. What the hell am I going to do?
Okay now the world is spinning, add that to growing list of problems I have to deal with. If my head doesn't stop fucking pounding I'm going to punch someone.
Maybe I should lay down. That probably would fix the whole "world spinning" problem. I layed my head back down and quickly realized how tired I was.
Aren't you supposed to stay awake in situations like this because if you don't you could die in your sleep or whatever?
But sleep sounded so fucking good at that moment. Maybe I won't die, maybe I would just sleep through the pain. That would be fucking nice because my thighs literally feel like they were torn apart. That's a perfectly valid description too because that's exactly what happened.
I didn't even know my eyes were closed until the pain disappeared. I must've lost consciousness.
