I'm busy...
I don't need to explain...
I know you are all feeling it...
Oh, life is a whirlwind...
I'm trying hard to keep afloat...
In the midst of my chaos...
I'm making mistakes...
forgetting important things...
and trying not to rake myself over the coals for it.
You see.....I'm learning life lessons,
just now realizing...
that....
When I was in the second grade and my mom forgot to sign my permission slip to go swimming, so I sat in the school library with the librarian, sulking, while everyone else was having the time of their lives in the pool....
It wasn't because my mom didn't love me. She was busy too...
But those are the things we remember!
So, yesterday, the kids and I jump in the car and take Avery to Tavasi (her singing/dancing) class.
We wave good-bye to Aves as she enters the building.
Next we drive to Maverick to get frozen yogurt.
We're in filling our cups when two, young girls walk by in their Halloween costumes.
Just like that...
I'm reminded...
Avery was supposed to wear her costume!
Panic....
She'll be the only one...
She'll be devastated....
She'll never forgive me...
I could picture her sad, little face....
I call Robert...nearly in tears. I tell him,
"These are the things they remember!"
There's nothing I can do. We live 20 min. away.
So, I try hard to brush it off, although it gnaws, and gnaws, and gnaws at me.
45 min. later, we pull up to Tavasi.
All of us get out and run inside.
I am thinking Avery's going to need me to swoop her up and love on her.
She'll be distraught, for sure.
She's beaming...
"Guess what, mom?!"
She holds up her sour Skittles...
"I was the spotlight!"
That's right...
NOT ONE WORD ABOUT NOT HAVING A COSTUME!
She was elated!
Every, single, girl was wearing her costume.....except Avery.
I couldn't believe it.
Her teacher is a genius.
I look at Payton with wide eyes. This is code for, "Don't say anything about the costume!"
The entire car ride home, we rant and rave about how great it is that Avery was the spotlight.
I call Robert....."We've witnesses a small miracle. Do not mention the costume, I repeat, Do not mention the costume!"
And so I realize, that even though I love my kids more than anything and try hard to do right by them,
It's not always going to happen.
I'm going to forget, just like my mom did.
Mother of the Year- NOT ME!
And it's o.k!
