My moment of panic

Last week was difficult. By the time Saturday rolled around, I was so relieved. I had survived a very busy work week and completed a big group project in my online class. I was looking forward to taking the kids to a birthday for our friends' son, Lennon.

We went and had a fun time. On the way home, I stopped by a grocery store to pick up a few things. After we checked out and went the car, I first loaded in Colt then the groceries then my purse and keys. Emma tried to climb into the driver's seat and I got her out of there so we could walk around and buckle her in. As I closed the driver's side door, I heard the click. I locked the keys in the car ... along with my baby ... and my phone ... and wallet.

I must have looked very pacicked. The nice young couple who had been in line behind us at the checkout had parked nearby. She saw me as she was getting into her car, and she asked me if everything was okay. I told her no with tears in my eyes. She handed me her phone and I dialed one of very few numbers I know by heart (stupid reliance on cell phones). I knew Denny wouldn't answer a call from a strange number ... I just didn't know what else to do.

My hero kind samaritan then looked up a towing company. I called and told them my plight and we waited. Much to my relief, Colt was sound asleep. The tow truck arrived pretty quickly and we were rescued. That was definitely $40 we could have gone without spending, but I was so relieved at the kindess of others. The tow company really hustled knowing I was a worried mom.

Sometimes even crummy moments like that are healthy reminders that everything is going to okay. Life will never go the way we want it to at every moment, but it is important to maintain perspective and roll with the hits - big and small - for as long as we can.