A Letter to My Girl about how I became "that mom" - Page 2
Today I am that parent. I did get the note. I did mark it on my calendar. Then I went to your brother's school where I stepped in as a substitute aide. Then I left him at school to go home on an impromptu play date with another child. I returned home with your other brother in time to readjust our afternoon all the while thinking we had until your regular dismissal time to get things done. I never looked at my calendar. My phone, set to silent because I was in a classroom all day, never dinged to remind me.I did wander around the house for about 20 minutes with that distinct feeling that there was something I should be doing, but
even when I got the call from school my brain didn't register right away why they were calling.
Thank you, for being the calm one when I arrived-shaking with anxiety and red with embarrassment. Thank you for acting like you didn't care. You were entertaining the office staff with your usual charm and grace-teaching them how to make a friendship bracelet. You admitted you were secretly hoping I would forget long enough to have you attend extended day program. Thank you for not being hurt by my forgetfulness. Thank you for being so flexible that you just smiled and explained to the nice office ladies that your mom is usually quite good at this mothering stuff but we just moved and she hasn't been herself.
Thank you for being an old soul who is wiser than her years.
I wish I could promise it will never happen again. I will promise that I will do all I can to ensure it. But I just don't know myself anymore. My brain is full and it seems to be shrinking by the day.
Forgive me now and possibly in the future. Know that I love you, even if I can't get my act together to show it sometimes.
Your Crazy Mom
This is an original post for New Jersey Moms Blog. When Cristie forgets other really important moments in her kids' lives, she shares her madness over at The Traveling Circus.