I always believed I had strong intuition. When I became a Mom, it intensified. I could sense things about my kids. I knew before turning around that the baby had a small toy in his mouth. I knew when my son had an ear infection before he had any physical signs. I would force myself to listen to that voice inside, even when it seemed like I was being foolish.
It was a Sunday morning and our family had just finished attending a church service. My husband and I stopped to talk to a member of the church while our two young boys (ages 2 and 4) walked along the lines of the sidewalk inside the church courtyard. I struggled to keep polite eye contact with the church member as I watched my sons wandering farther away from us. They continued to stay within our view and after a few minutes, I noticed a man near them. My older son began to talk with him and I started to feel a bit uneasy. I could not hear the words that were being spoken to me because all I could think about was how my son was talking to a stranger, ignoring all we had taught him about “stranger danger.” Foolishly, I did not want to be rude and break in the middle of the conservation that I was having. The more that they talked, the faster I felt my heart beating. I looked at my husband and he was also keeping a close eye on their interaction.
I know it sounds like an innocent conversation. My mind tells me that it is not a strange thing to say but my heart disagrees. I tried to tell myself the facts. He looked nice enough. He was, after all, at church. He was probably someone’s Grandpa.