Saturday, as we were leaving the birthday party of one of Squeaker’s baby friends, we had just exited the confines of the park onto the city curb when a woman in a white sun dress approached us. She was flanked by her family and she walked right up to me.
At first, I hesitated. I have a very defined personal bubble and if you get in my bubble I will instantly suspect you are a: creep, b: a pickpocket, or c: both a and b. However, I noticed that she was smiling–and not at all like a serial killer. In that moment, I knew she was going to say something about Squeaker, who was tucked in her Ergo with the hood up, enjoying a meal of boob, and falling asleep. I figured she was going to ask me to see her, since many strangers can’t believe that one would “wear” a baby and assume I’m suffocating her under the hood, because why not? Either that or she was going to cut out the middle man (woman?) entirely, pull back the hood, and catch a good glimpse of Squeaker’s surprised face with my boob stuffed in her mouth.
But she didn’t. She took another step closer, “I saw you coming from across the park. I’m sorry to stop you like this. I just have to tell you that I see a lot of light, love and angels around you two.”
A peripheral glance at my husband showed him deliberating between slack-jawed awe and checking for his wallet.
She continued, “I think she’s going to do many things in her life.”
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
I noticed that her eyes were moist like she was on the verge of crying. I like to think of myself of something of a human lie-detector and when I saw that I knew she was speaking her truth. Sometimes, if I talk about something so truthful that it resounds with the universe, I tear up a little too. But, shhh…that’s my secret.
Then, she entered the park with her family and we were left standing there, looking at each other.
“What just happened?”
“I think she was a little psychic. I think she was legit.” I replied.
We walked away talking about it as Squeaker snoozed, unaware.
And just when I had been getting down on living in Santiago…