Thursday, May 21, 2015

Dangers of Big Families: Being Left


Warning:  be prepared to be hit with a random compilation of photos.

I've been on a blogging break.  May is busy.  With what, you ask?

Field trips.  

Photo is the best a dad chaperone can snap in a cave.


Sports.



Family time.


Mother's Day.

The sweet photographer at the church tried her best to capture the perfect mother's day picture.  She must have taken about 300 pictures before our crew wore her down and she admitted defeat.



Concerts.

Love the photobomber behind us!  Even bought cowboy boots to blend in with my fellow country concertgoers.


Did I mention field trips?


A garage and bake sale.


And more sports, end of the year concerts, and award ceremonies!

Every big family has at least one story.  The time when one child accidentally gets left behind.  It's almost like a requirement to get into the club of children who come from big families.

We had such a time last week.

It was one of those nights where most of our gang was on the soccer fields, while Caleb and I attended a track meet.

Around 6:45, I received a text from Collin's soccer coach.  His tone appeared light as he asked, "Are you guys picking up Collin?"

Soccer practice ended up 6:30.  Chris was his ride. 

I frantically texted and called Chris and received no response.

I talked to the coach, and Collin seemed fine.

6:55.  Coach texted again.  Collin still stood on the soccer field.  No response from Chris.  At this point, the coach agreed to take Collin back to his house.

7:00.  Finally hear from Chris.

He was so busy with ferrying a few other children home from soccer practice (as well as our children), that he forgot to take Collin home.  Evidently, he was pulling into our neighborhood, when one of the boys casually mentioned from the back, "Hey, where's Collin?"

Upon hearing this question, one son reported that Chris looked pale and screeched out of the neighborhood.  He made it to the soccer field within minutes.  (One son gladly reported to me that he thought Dad may have been driving over the speed limit.)

And how did Collin fare during the wait?

When he saw his Dad race onto the soccer field, Collin appeared disappointed and uttered, "Does that mean I can't ride in the coach's van?"

No harm done.

Kids from big families learn to be tough.  They become resilient.  They realize life doesn't always work smoothly, and so best to enjoy the ride....once it comes.





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