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| I'll be here! |
Every day, while Mama goes to work, Tinsey Girl comes to
stay with Gramma.
Something all of us love.
There is much hugging and kissing as Mama prepares to go out
the door in the morning.
Many ‘I love yous’.
And not a few ‘see you soons’.
Then Mama’s off and we’re on our own.
We have fun.
There are toys to play with.
Books to read.
Games to enact.
And yummy things to eat.
But Tinsey Girl still misses her Mama.
Now one of TG’s favourite toys is a musically interactive,
eminently portable activity board.
On wheels.
There are buttons and keys to push, gears to spin, doors to
open and close, and a small, purple phone.
To . . . umm . . . carry around.
And which, until recently, has been MIA.
A cursory and completely fruitless search had been
conducted.
And the toy written off as one of those things that ‘will
just show up later’.
Our daughter is a carpenter. Arriving at work and opening
her toolbox, she finally discovered TG’s little purple phone.
Tucked neatly among the hammers and drills of her Mama’s
tools-of-the-trade.
Arriving home from work, our grinning daughter triumphantly
held up the phone.
TG grabbed it and refused to let go.
It went into the tub with her during her bath.
And ditto when she went to sleep.
The next morning, there was the usual ritual of hugs, kisses
and ‘I love yous’.
And her Mama was off for another day of noisy measuring,
cutting and piecing together.
As lunchtime approached, she drug out her backpack and
zipped it open.
There, on top of everything was TG’s little purple phone.
Our daughter pulled it out and stared at it.
Then she laughed.
The message was finally clear.
“Call me!”
