A Mirror of the Past

Saturday morning started off with a chill. Somehow the heater had shut itself off overnight & it was 62 inside. 39 outside. While inside started to warm up we both agreed it was a good morning to go out for breakfast. We went to Cracker Barrel & my morning was made by a little girl in a high chair. She was three tables down from us & she looked like me at the age of 3. Big brown eyes & curls for days. She was telling the waiter something but I couldn’t hear. But what made me laugh out loud was her expression as he walked away.  She looked so annoyed, almost offended that they had walked off. But then her mom distracted her with some crayons and the kids menu. Ten minutes later her mom handed her her tea and told her “Both hands.” Cue a sigh that could rival a teenager followed by the cutest voice saying, “I know.” Ten more minutes go by & I could tell she was getting hungry.

The table behind me was a group of 8 with two kids. They looked to be about 7 or 8. They kept getting up and running around. I happen to glance at the little girl and her expression read ‘Just stop. You’re annoying me.’ Guess who else felt this same way about other kids when she was a kid herself? Oh hi, there. I couldn’t help but smirk. A moment later a kid ran into my seat. Cue one of my teacher looks. When I turned back around she shook her head at me. I nodded in agreement. Sam was trying to figure out who I was nodding too. I just answered, “Little me.” That confused him until he turned around. She waved happily and showed him her forkful of scrambled eggs.

When she was done eating she was ready to go. She tried to push her high chair back but mom pulled it back against the table. Oh that did not go over well. Mom got THE look & then she thought maybe if I raise myself up I can get out. Nope. No go there. She started looking around for their waiter.  As they walked by she waved & they waved back but then went to another table. Oh boy! That led to her leaning far back in her seat and sighing. I may have choked on my coffee at that point. She was very excited when the bill came & mom took her out of her seat. I waved at her as she was leaving which earned me a smile.

3 thoughts on “A Mirror of the Past

  1. “Little me.” What a clever way to indicate the deep level of connection between you and the 3-year old “stranger.” I felt like I was there with you, because of the detail you included. Lovely!

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  2. The little girl sounds both precious and precocious, for sure. I’m amazed by the “grown-y” dramatic gestures of ones so little… really, this girl could be on the stage, given her expressions and fine sense of delivery! I can almost see the scene (being familiar with Cracker Barrel, and how busy they are) – with this little girl in the high chair and you not far away, watching with rapt interest, remembering your own young self. Rich slice of life, indeed.

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