Driving The Extra Mile (story)

As a child my mother had a strict rule, when
we were in any large area, such as a shopping
mall. "If we get separated Pauline, look for the
man in blue with the badge. Do not look for me,
I will find you. If you continue to walk and search,
you will only become further away and more difficult
to find." Over and over I was told to look for
the police officer. For only then would I be safe.

My mother's father was a policeman,as well as
his brothers and his father. This lineage did provide
a feeling of safety. A strong trustworthy network to
lean upon for support and help when needed.

After my grandfather retired, we spent many days
in New Hampshire. One particular day after visiting,
my arms full from Nana and Pa give aways I forgot
my doll. This wasn't just any doll, it was "my doll."
It came everywhere with me.

Halfway home, I realized this loss of parental
responsibility. Crying I announced that my doll
was at Pa's house!

My mother trying to calm me offered a suggestion.
She would telephone explaining my dilemma. She
stated all would be fine. My doll could have a ride
on Uncle Dan's motorcycle into town. The mere
thought of abandoning my child overnight, the fear
of an infant on a motorcycle did not calm my fears.

Apparently at the age of nine, I was quite dramatic
and tears flowed. I was inconsolable.

My step-father, God bless this memory, took the next
exit and turned around heading back to New Hampshire.

I do not recall the details of who went into the house to
reclaim my baby. I do however, recall holding it tenderly
all the way home.

Although stepfathers can provide complex emotions and
drama, this particular memory is dear to me. He went out
of his way for a doll.

I am sure he thought me foolish, spoiled, possibly irrational.
Yet he drove the extra miles without ever murmuring even
one complaint.

Never could he know that years later, I would recall his gesture
of compassion, tenderness and kindness! Merely
for a little girl's attachment to a doll and the tears of a child.

written by Pauline
copyright 2006