The awkward encounters I dread. One happened today.
I just arrived home from Aidyn's resting spot and left the garage door open and ran inside real quick. I thought I heard a knock at the door, but wasn't sure. I went out into the garage and there was a car parked in the driveway. The car kind of looked like the next doors neighbors car. I went around the corner and there was a college age kid standing there, briefcase in hand. He did not look familiar so I knew he was not one of the neighbors. The first thing out of his mouth was, "So, you must be the busy mom of the house." I stood there staring blankly at him (duh, you should know I am a mom, but my baby died!). I did not say a word. He then proceeded to say he was going around sharing information about a book program for children and he need to reach out to 50 families for class credit. He then says something along the lines of which schools we use. I said none of them. He then says, "So what age are your children?" Oh, my gosh! REALLY??? I say we have a child, but he is deceased. Without hesitation he says, "Oh, I see. Well, I will show you what I'm doing so you know because I will be in the area often." So, I stood there letting him tell me what he was doing. He was rather quick, which I didn't mind at ALL. He then asked which houses he could stop at in the neighborhood that had children so he could skip the elderly folks homes.
Oh, how I wish my conversation with him could have been different and with a bare footed, giggly, little boy running around.
Ugh...it just hurts deeply. :(