I had an uneventful drive to work yesterday morning. That is, until I sat at a stop light. I noticed the people behind me as I checked my rear-view mirror. I noticed them for three reasons.
Reason 1: Skin color, hair color, and facial features made it obvious they were family. Mother at the wheel, teen-age son riding shotgun.
Reason 2: They were not smiling. I could not read their lips, but their non-verbals were deafening. The pursed lips on the mom and the squint to her eyes told me she was angry. The boy looked down and when he looked back up, he just stared forward. The boy’s lips moved, they both stared forward. It almost looked like they were both taking in the moment, both longing to be elsewhere.
Reason 3: The short-lived silent moment ended when the mom sucker-punched her son in the left temple. Her lips moved and she gave him some more words. He didn’t flinch, he didn’t guard himself. Was he used to this behavior from his mom, or did he not expect it? His sad eyes shifted to stare out the passenger side window. I know that stare out the window; I have looked there myself during unpleasant car rides.
My jaw hit the floorboard. I tried to make it obvious I saw what she did as I physically turned around to look at them, but neither noticed me. My heart broke for the son. I have no idea what aggravated this assault, but it sure had me full of emotion.
My heart felt sucker-punched. I wanted to let this car pass me so I could follow them and find the place where the mom gets out of her car. I wanted to give her a piece of my mind. I even thought of more violent things I could do to her. Lucky for that mom, we were on a two-lane road with construction and I could not let them pass and I could not follow them.
I could not physically help that boy, but I was able to bring in the big guns and help him Spiritually. I prayed for him. That was all I could do, but it was more than anyone could do at that moment.
Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.