
I just got back from the kids’ school—for the second time today. This morning I drove the two oldest to school. Apparently, before I could make the four-minute drive home, Cam called to say that he had forgotten his library books. Now that sweet boy is in second grade and it is the first time he has ever called to ask us to bring something to him. Not to say we haven’t had to return to school to take a forgotten item, but it is usually because Jacob or I have noticed it had been left behind and wanted to make sure they had it. Although, in the three years that we have had kids in school, it has only happened five or six times. They are good about remembering.
And so, as Jacob finished getting ready for the day, I jumped back in the car with the library books in hand. As I walked into his classroom, Campbell saw me and his entire face lit up. He jumped up and ran over to me. “Thanks Mom!”, he said. “Sorry I forgot them.” I told him it wasn’t a problem at all, gave him a quick hug and told him I loved him. On my walk back to the car I felt overwhelmed with gratitude.
How blessed I am to be able to stay home with my children. What if I hadn’t been available that morning? Would his life had been ruined because his library books were a day late? Not likely. Would I have missed the look of joy on my son’s face when a small sacrifice on my part told him how much I loved him? Yes. And what a moment to have missed.
From the past eight years of experience, I have learned that children cannot be scheduled. What a privilege to be the one they need…and to be
here when they need me. I love being a mom.