Saturday, October 13, 2018

Moms Forget Things Too


Fall, welcome back friend.



Connor finished the cross country season with smiles and friends.



I adored watching Connor run!



Sweltering soccer weekend for Collin.



Cooper's first tennis season.  

Last Wednesday, my afternoon brimmed with activities.  Four orthodontist appointments.  (Side note:  I think we are a gold level sponsor for our orthodontist.  Next time I'm in the office, I'm going to request a special parking spot with a personalized plaque that reads, "Parking for the family that funds this practice.")  A parent teacher conference.  A tennis tournament.  A robotics practice.  A basketball practice.  A teen Bible study.

And people wonder why I don't have time to shower.

By 8:45, I picked up Cooper from the final activity of the night.  I was dog-tired and just a touch cranky.  Sitting in the car for six hours will do that to a person.  Cooper chirped about his day while I mumbled back responses.

At 9 p.m., we pulled into our driveway.  Cooper's chatter halted abruptly.

"Mom," he moaned.  "I left my backpack, computer, and saxophone on the tennis courts!"

For a recap:  It was 9 p.m.  At night.  The tennis match ended at 6 p.m.  That meant the backpack, computer, and saxophone sat on the tennis courts (unattended) for three hours.  I began to imagine the lucky thief who stumbled upon this stockpile.  In fact, why steal, when we practically give away nice electronics and expensive musical instruments.

My mind was racing.  I'd like to say my response went "It's ok sweetie!  That happens!"

In reality, I didn't say anything.  My mom always taught me not to say anything if nothing good will escape from your mouth.  In that moment, nothing good would have leaped from my lips.  I had plenty to say, but nothing uplifting or affirming.

We road to the middle school tennis courts in silence.  As a surprise and stroke of good fortune, the backpack, computer, and saxophone rested on the tennis courts.  The local thieves certainly missed out that night on a windfall.

Cooper scooped up his items and placed them into the car.  Then, he shut the door.

I placed the car into drive and faced the car towards our home.  During the ten-minute commute, the car was silent.  Internally, I was fuming over Cooper's forgetfulness.

At 9:20, I pulled into our driveway and swiveled around to chat with Cooper.  To my surprise, the seat was vacant.  

No Cooper.  

NO COOPER.

I panicked and frantically searched the car.  Did he hide in the backseat?  Slip into the trunk?

NO COOPER.

I jumped back into the driver's seat and backed out of the garage.  Within seconds, I careened down the road, desperately trying to make it back to the tennis courts.

At 9:30, I pulled back to the tennis courts.  Cooper stood next to the fence, skipping rocks with his hand.

"I am SO sorry Cooper," I cried.  "I thought you were in the car!"

Cooper explained that he placed his belongings into the car and slammed the car shut.  I thought he slid into the seat with his things.  Cooper actually walked around the back of the car after he shut the door.

While I was peeling out of the parking lot, he admitted to running after the car yelling "mom."

I didn't hear a thing.

I apologized profusely.

He accepted my apologize.

"But, I guess we're even," I declared to Cooper.  "You forgot your computer, and I forgot you."

He paused before responding, "Mom, a kid's more important than a computer."

Very true son.

I owe you one.

I guess mom's forget things too.

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