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"From day care to dating"

Here is the story about how I met the man I am about to marry.

 

When I was two years old my mom brought me to a play group for toddlers. I was an only child at that time and my mother thought that I needed some interaction with other small children.

 

The story, retold by my mom, is that I just hated it! I hated every other kid that tried to play with me, I screamed and cried, I punched and kicked, I was just a terrible brat.  Instead of my mother giving up, this behavior just egged her on.  She thought that it was proof that I needed to get used to interacting with kids my own age.  So, every Monday morning, she bundled me up and brought me there.  She says that I would be in a great mood, smiling and laughing, until I saw the building and then I would immediately start screaming my head off.  Well, this continued for 3 straight weeks. My mother is a very patient person as you can probably tell and she is very stubborn - so we never missed a Monday. 

 

On the fourth Monday, we arrived and I behaved as always, red-faced, tears streaming and wailing like I was being killed all the way into the class.  Then my mom said I stopped crying so suddenly that she thought something happened to me.  But when she looked over she saw me with my arms wrapped around a little boy my age.  I was smiling away and laughing but the poor boy was crying because I wouldn't stop hugging him!  My mom says I smiled all through the class and only started crying again when it was time for his mom to pry my arms from him so that he could go home.  Every week after that was the same way - I was so happy to see that little boy and happy to be at the class.  As the weeks went on my mom and Danny's mom developed a close friendship. 

 

Over the years, because our parents were all friends I saw Danny from time to time and I always had a little crush on him but nothing ever came of it. Danny's family moved away when we were in 8th grade and I only had news of him when our mom's would talk on the phone or email each other. 

 

Two years ago my mom died.  At the wake I sat alone, devastated because I hadn't just lost a mother, I had lost a dear, dear friend.  No one could console me.  Then I looked up through my tears and just like when I was two - I stopped crying for a moment because again, there was Danny.  We went from day care to dating and we've been together ever since.

 

As we plan our wedding now, it makes me so sad that my mom didn't live long enough to see the outcome of this story but it makes me smile to know that once again she brought me to place where she somehow knew that I would meet the man who can always make me smile no matter how sad I am or how lonely.

 

Thanks for letting me share our story.

 

Louisa Lynn Keener, Troy, New Hampshire