Call Me

Call Me

A Story by Sara Muschweck

Little snapshots of the kids.



When we moved to Ohio, we decided that living out in the country was what we wanted. Finding a house on top of a three mile hill, nineteen miles from the town, and another twenty two miles to any where else from town, was pretty much out in the country. Our neighbors were a pasture of llamas, with a few horses, and goats thrown into the mix. The kids hated it, school was a hour and a half bus ride one way, friends were over forty five minutes away, and each time it rained the phone was dead, not to mention that there was no cell service, no high speed internet, and no cable TV. It was 2007 and there was more horse and buggy traffic on the roads than car traffic.


In an odd turn the house we were purchasing hit a few snags and we had to leave the lovely country setting. The kids cheered as they packed. My son was 12 at the time, still shy and just starting to become interested in having a girlfriend. He had made friends with a young lady in his class, she was sickly and in and out of the hospital, still when she was in school Joey would come home just walking on cloud 9 over seeing her. He had not had the nerve to tell this girl that he was interested until the end of the school year, the same time we were moving to another town.


I had started picking the children up from school, his school let out an hour early, so we would go sit at the park and wait for the elementary school to let out, then off to the high school 45min away to pick up the last child. Joey would walk around the park, go look in the water at the creek, or talk to friends that lived close by.


One of those friends was Jen, the little girl he had the crush on. I would try not to be obvious as I watched them out of the truck window. Then in slow motion it happened. Joey walked in front of the teeter-totter, knocking the still plank into motion, as it raised up on the other side it grazed Jen in the forehead. Instantly she was bleeding, her blonde white hair was dripping red, and blood was running down her arms.


Joey ran to the girl and helped her to the truck, I met them with a compress for her head. She was somewhat dazed, saying she was fine. “ I just live over the hill, I'll walk home.” with a resounding “No!” from both myself and my son, we drove the girl the mile to her house. I walked her into the house with my son following with his head down. Talking to her mother, and letting her know what happened, then leaving my number so they could let me know how she was doing, or if there was anything I could do.


Joey was mortified, he kept saying over and over again, “I am so sorry, I am so sorry, Jen, I am sorry”. He apologized to the girl again as we were leaving, as well as apologized to her mother. Jen walked us to the door of the house still holding her head. She turned to Joey and with a pleading tone said, “Call ME!!”


We moved into the new house, and away from the country into a small town. The kids made new friends, school started and life went on. We would still give Joey a hard time about hitting Jen in the head. If he would come home talking about a new girl we would tell him, “Joey, tell her you like her, don’t hit her in the head to get her attention!” It seemed that over night he became sure of himself with the girls, each week there would be four or five calling at a time.

 It seemed everyday there was a new girl in the mix, “Is Joey there?” Then there would be a new girl showing up at the house. Rules were laid out and no friends were allowed over after 8p.m.


Almost one year to the day there was a knock at the front door. 9:15pm Joey’s friends all knew that Joey was not allowed to have any one over that late. I answered the door and there was a cute little blonde girl with glasses. It took me a minute, then I could not help but say, “ Are you the same little girl my son hit in the head with a teeter-totter?” She reached up and touched her forehead, and chuckled “Yes!” Joey came running down stairs to see her and as they stepped outside I could hear her say, “You have changed!”


I went outside and started talking to Jen’s Mother. It seems that the family was a fan of the pizza shop around the corner, and every time they ordered from the shop Jen would ride the forty-five minutes  with her mother to the pizza shop, and have her mom drive down our street just to see Joey’s house. At first she did't know which house was ours then seeing the truck in front she had to gain the courage to walk up our steps, it took a year. 


© 2008 Sara Muschweck

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Reading this story, tears started to roll down my cheeks. As you, richly describe the tender story between your son, Joey and Jen. Wish all kids, can enjoy such tender moments in their lives. Thank you, for sharing this bit of your life with us.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Love it! You tell it in such a vivid way that I almost can see Joey and Jen growing up before my eyes.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

How funny and sweet. Children can be so innocent and addorable.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This story is so lush with warmth and heartrendering without any false pretence to it. I love the naturalistic feel to it. The tone so much complements the atmosphere as well as the story's picturesque setting.

Posted 10 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Is this story true? What a good sport Jen was. But then, young love is mighty powerful, as I recall. I have two sons that are both waiting for a girl to trip over them. I can't figure it out. I wish they were more like Joey. A great little story, and I enjoyed reading it very much. Sam

Posted 10 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

aww so sweet... poor little girls head though... i think i would have been mortified if i did that to someone ...

Posted 10 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Sara Muschweck
Sara Muschweck

Along the river, OH

What should I tell you about me? My kids are my whole world and I try to give them the best in me that I have. I want them to grow up being proud of me for the mother I have been. I love to read t.. more..


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