Yesterday I forgot to take Sam to school.
I'm not even joking. We'd been at the doctor in the morning for both he and Sophia, and when I found out he has this weird respiratory thing going on I thought "Should I keep him home?" But then I realized since he feels fine and it's not contagious, I should probably take him.
He loves school.
So there I was chatting it up with the little guy when I glanced at the clock and realized (out loud) "SAM! I forgot to take you to school!"
I must've seemed as exasperated as I felt because I plopped down next to him and said, "I really actually FORGOT about school."
This wasn't like a minor "I lost track of time." It was like I forgot who I was and what my job as a mom was for a minute. Thank God I didn't forget him at the grocery store or something.
He stared at me, as if assessing the situation, then slow-shook his head. "It's okay..." he said, all the while whipping out his "calm down" hands. "It's okay..."
I've never been consoled by a four-year-old.
But see, we're all a little preoccupied right now.
Our girl is performing the role of Shulie in Schoolhouse Rock Live.
The show opens Friday night with performances all weekend long here in Rockford.
When I found out we were moving back to Illinois, one of the first things I thanked God for was Spotlight Youth Theatre. I knew this was something Sophia needed to be a part of, and when we were in Colorado, there just wasn't the opportunity for something like this.
With Sophia, I don't have to wonder where she fits...we've been thankful to figure that out. (The boys are a different story, but at least we've got one down.)
And it also gave me an instant connection to her.
Without that, I wonder, would we slip into that battle of wills at every pass? Would she feel misunderstood and frustrated because no one gets her? Because she loves this so much, I get her. And I love that I do.
For now, anyway, Sophia is great at taking direction (even from me). We'llsee how that plays out down the road.
But I'm proud of her. And excited for her. And impressed by her. And thankful for her.
And apparently that makes me forget myself a little.
Or at least, it makes me forget that my son is now in preschool.
So...what's the craziest case of forgetfulness you've had as a mom? (Or maybe I'm the only one who does stuff like this on a regular basis?)
Am I the only one? Oy. Say it ain't so, sister.
And come see the show. :) It's gonna be fun!