literally 8:01 on the 3rd morning of school. I get a phone call from H.
"I think Lu took my lines."
"in the orange folder"
quickly glance to the table where she was running lines with her dad last night. There sits the folder.
"Lu didn't take them, you left them on the table"
"Oh. Can you bring them to me?"
Last night I told her at least 3 times to put stuff in her back pack and this morning I found her "flight" folder on the couch after she insisted that everything was in the back pack. Yet she still forgot something.
This is, sadly, not unique to this morning or this child. And then I am always torn. I want them to be responsible and careful and organized and to remember what they need when they walk out the door. And I want to always be there for them. So I want to bring them, and I don't want to. In elementary I usually take the missing item up and lecture after school, again, to remember everything.
By middle school and up it costs them. Okay I'll bring it but you have to __________. Or some times I don't bring it and they have to turn in stuff late. Even writing this causes me to sigh, what to do, what to do?
8:19 the phone rings again, it's J.
Mom can you pick up me and Sophie after school?
You ride the bus.
No, and Lu has dance so I couldn't anyway.
Okay, have a good day.
You too baby.
Life was a little simpler before people could get a hold of each other any time any where.
2 weeks ago