No Babies Allowed

31 Oct

We had wanted to find a place to watch a football game.  It hasn’t been too bad not having cable, but after awhile it just doesn’t seem like fall without a little college football. Ryan had heard about a place in Nye Beach from a coworker so Thursday night we decided to try it out. If we liked it we hoped to be back the following Thursday for the Virginia Tech vs. Georgia Tech match up. We walked into the restaurant and the five people that were scattered around all turned and stared at us. After what seemed like an hour, but was more like a minute, a lady approached us. She made a big fuss over Abigail.  She was worried about Abigail’s feet being cold.  (Abigail’s new favorite past time is pulling off her socks and eating them.)  As the lady put my baby’s sock back on, she told us that she didn’t think minors were allowed. Now, before you go all child protective services on us for having our baby in a bar. Let me explain. First, it was a restaurant. Second, it was 5:30. Hardly a “party” atmosphere as a couple sat lumplike in front of a big screen TV, and another couple played a game of pool. It was not smoky, and the people were like 100 years old. After some more awkward staring the lady yelled back to someone double checking about the rule. “No babies are allowed. We don’t let them run around here anymore.” Um, alright. Because clearly my six month old baby will be running around your establishment. I doubt the senior citizens would have even heard her had she chosen to scream at the top of her lungs with the television blasting at that absurd level. So, of course I got angry and annoyed and rushed out of the restaurant with my heart beating wildly. We got back in the car and Ryan asked where I wanted to go next. “NOWHERE.” I fumed. Mature, I know. At that point I was so upset that really the only place I wanted to go was back to Lynchburg to eat with our friends in one of our favorite hangouts that wouldn’t mind Abigail being around.  But that would have been a really late dinner so we ended up at a steakhouse where the television was on Fox News of all things.  I quickly checked to make sure I wasn’t wearing ruby slippers and we were in fact still in Oregon, not Virginia, thinking “very funny, God.”  I ate my burger contemplating how much better it would be if were at The Cav, while holding back the tears that were trying to push through. I watched Abigail chewing on her sock, being so perfect in her little seat, and my heart just broke. For her, for us, and even for Hank, too. I missed our friends. Terribly. And while things hadn’t been completely awful, at that moment I felt I was falling into a hole of loneliness.

Things have quieted down. The rush of the move is over and we are left with the routine of normal life. And even though I don’t regret our decision to move for one second it is hard sometimes to go about without knowing when that new friend’s face will peek into your lonely hole with a hand that pulls you out.

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9 Responses to “No Babies Allowed”

  1. Mom October 31, 2010 at 10:43 am #

    Hang in there, my sweet and brave girl. The Ups and Downs of life leave “holes” for all of us. We can cover them up and pretend they were never there or jump over them and be ready for the surprises to come. Think of those “holes” as your treasure box of faith, family, friends, and the happy world that you help make. Peek in, remember, and smile. And let the reflections you see help you keep on filling that treasure box!

  2. Joy October 31, 2010 at 11:28 am #

    My dear friend, I am going to call you right now! If I don’t reach you I WILL keep trying until we can have ourselves a good long chat. Happy Halloween! I miss you so!

  3. Kelly October 31, 2010 at 11:54 am #

    We would love to have you all back in Lynchburg- but things don’t always work out the way we anticipate! (Yes- quite a late dinner- or really early breakfast). Lord knows, I held back tears- and sometimes NOT TOO WELL- for quite a while! Little do the owners/managers of the establishment know- BUTtttt- they just saw (possibly) their best most loyal, easy-going, and friendly customers- walk out of their business! THEIR LOSS! Fox News- Really! Happy Halloween! I’m ‘bat-dancin’ for ya! 😉

  4. Lindsay October 31, 2010 at 2:28 pm #

    Sarah, I definitely just read your blog out loud to Jonathan because I feel like I would have done the exact same thing if I had been in that restaurant, and also because I always end up repeating to him the things you write that make me laugh or want to cry! Then I read to him your mom’s sweet comment and he said, “Well no WONDER she’s such a good writer!” So just know we think you and your mom are both great! I just read Kelly’s comment too and felt such an ache for TJ, Halloween Sing-a-long, and especially the bat dance…

  5. Lindsay October 31, 2010 at 2:34 pm #

    In fact, I just stood up and performed the whole song and dance for Jonathan and Connor…in our living room…including the saxaphone solo. I’ll be doing “Witches Brew” next and maybe we’ll do “Turkey Stew” in a few weeks!

  6. smargiek October 31, 2010 at 2:44 pm #

    Witches brew always WAS my favorite, you know!

  7. Sue October 31, 2010 at 5:22 pm #

    Hang in there Sarah. You surely inherited your your wonderful personality and ability to write and communicate from your mom! It is hard to beat a mom’s advise. At TJ, we think of you all of the time and miss you!

  8. emily October 31, 2010 at 7:07 pm #

    Annd you perfectly capture emotion as usual. And reading the comments, you are blessed to know a ton of strong women! Hang in there!! And are babies “minors?” Really?!

  9. Amy October 31, 2010 at 9:49 pm #

    They missed out on time spent with a lovely family! Will continue to pray for your adjustment!

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