A White Horse Moment

My therapist is hilarious. She’s actually the best therapist that I’ve ever had. What I like about her is that she is both a pastor and a therapist and gives it to you straight. I realized that I needed straight talk. I needed someone who questioned me, shared with me and helped me to see where I can change things and where I can’t.

Last week we met and we were talking about Mr. C and how he did a prince move. You know the prince riding up on the white horse kinda move and I was so in awe of him. Let me tell you what happened.

I have a push button start car and my key FOB had a low battery indicator warning on my dash board that showed every time I started the car. The picture showed a battery 3/4 full so I figured I had a minute before I needed to replace it.

Apparently, that wasn’t the case.

I got up at the crack of dawn and dressed my son in warm clothes as it was 20 degrees outside to head to the hair salon. He was cold. He was tired. He was cranky.

We get to the salon and get out of the car and I tried to lock my car. Umm, nothing. No such luck.

I kept pressing the fob and nothing happened. I even went to the door handle and tried to lock it manually and it still wouldn’t lock. I got in the car and tried to start it up. Nothing. It was as though the key FOB wasn’t recognized. I started to panic.

I knew Mr. C was up. He had to go deliver some wood to his parents for their fireplace (yeah, that’s one of the things I love about him) and he pretty much is an early riser every day of the week. I called him and told him what happened.

He asked where I was. I told him that I was at the hair salon but would be trapped because my car wouldn’t start with no battery in the key FOB. He asked how long I would be there and I told him a couple of hours. He said he’d call me back.

I went about getting my hair washed and styled and sitting under the dryer. Panic started to set in. I was afraid that he would forget about me and my Munch and us being here and wondered if I could call my best friends to help me.

I sent a quick text to my best friend Nikki asking if she was up. Mr. C called right after I sent the text. He asked me to send him the address of the hair salon and he would be on his way. Nikki called while we were on the phone. I didn’t click over.

An hour later, he walked in the door. My hero. I was so happy to see him. Munch yelled out to everyone in the salon “That’s my mommy’s boyfriend”. He smiled and said “What’s up Brennan?” My heart was brimming.

He had brought the battery for my key FOB and put it in. He walked outside to make sure that everything worked fine. I was overwhelmed by that little act of kindness.

Why? Because there are only two people that I trust to be there for me. My two best friends. They packed up my house and helped me move. They have always had my back. So, it is kind of hard for me to trust people.

I get disappointed easily. I hate disappointments. So, I rely on those who I know that I can trust. I can trust Mr. C.

That thought only brought tears to my eyes…I could trust him.

This was big for me. I shared it with him. It meant that I was letting him in. Moving down walls and trusting that he would take care of me. That he would always be there for me and my son.

I was changing.