Until three weeks ago.
My youngest daughter,
a very precious little lady to me,
takes guitar lessons.
Every week she goes to the house,
of a most wonderful gentleman.
I go too.
She thinks it’s because I am so interested in her lesson.
He thinks I live too far away to make it worth my while to leave.
The real reason is, I cannot leave her alone with a man.
She is almost the age I was when life changed forever.
The lesson was booked as usual and then I remembered.
My other daughter had a dental appointment.
I told my youngest we would have to cancel guitar.
“Why?”, she asked. “Why can’t I go by myself?”.
Off she went to school, but her words stayed with me.
Why? Why could I not let her go alone?
I have over the years developed a very good nose,
for people I trust and ones I don’t.
This gentleman is definitely in the “I trust” bracket.
So that led me to the question “Why not?”.
After a lot of soul searching,
I realized it was wrong not to allow her to go.
By saying to myself I was protecting her,
I was lying.
The reality was I was afraid.
As we got into the car I felt physically sick.
My heart was racing.
I clutched the steering wheel,
and drove out of our driveway.
Inside my heart was screaming,
“Don’t do this”. “It’s in his house!”.
“She is only a child”.
However my head was also speaking.
In a steady measured tone.
“Stop being so dramatic”, “Trust your instincts”.
“This is one more hurdle”.
“Do not allow all that has happened to change your children’s lives”.
We arrived at the house and in she went.
I explained to her teacher that I couldn’t stay,
but I would be back to collect her.
And then I left her.
I cannot describe walking away.
I was hot and cold.
My heart beating out of control.
Just catching my breath was difficult.
I was experiencing a million flashbacks per second,
of a time I too was as innocent as her.
My other daughter was waiting,
unaware of my anxiety.
This forced me back to reality,
and we drove away.
Thirty minutes later I was back,
and out came a delighted young girl.
She had totally enjoyed her lesson,
and was all chat about what she had achieved.
I smiled to myself. One step further on my journey.
I nearly have him beaten!
This was written in response to the daily prompt.
Tell us a moment or an incident that you treasure – not necessarily because it brought you happiness, but because it taught you something about yourself.