Running late....

Monday morning I was not thrilled that my son was running a little late. I was less thrilled that the bus came early which meant I had to drive him to school. Cranky mommy.

Getting on with my morning chores and errands was further delayed by the traffic which accompanies student drop off time. I waited pretty patiently for a young woman to turn towards me so I could take her place on the busy street and wait my turn to merge. Just as she was turning towards me I caught a glimpse of a boy speeding on his bike about to cross in front of me. I could see the other driver was not looking his way. In the split second it took for him to jump the curb and get to her front bumper I had time to only mutter a prayer and honk. Thank God she stopped immediately at the sound and the boy was able to swerve around her car instead of being hit and flying over her hood.

Next time you are running late and feeling frazzled take a breath and consider the possibility that your tardiness may be serving a higher purpose. Oh, and make sure your kids wear their helmets.