Around 8:45 am I was observing in a kindergarten room. One thing I noticed was a slew of stuffed animals. There must be something special going on, I thought. Then suddenly *snap*snap*smash* it hit me.
*Snap* I bet Sam would love to bring a stuffed animal to kindergarten.
*Snap* I wonder which one he would bring?
*SMASH* Crap. I know which one it would be because TODAY he was supposed to bring a stuffed animal to school, but we forgot to put it in his backpack this morning.
My blood went cold. My stomach knotted. How could we have forgotten? He’s been talking about it for more than a week. He even interviewed his pups in order to determine which one he should take to school on Friday, March 9. (Today! Ugh!) He decided on Big Dog, but we said the stuffed animal had to fit in his backpack. The alternate choice went to Brownie, the biggest pup that would fit in his backpack. (Sam has quite a collection of pups.) Then, to top off the guilt, this week he’s been reviewing school rules with Big Dog (just in case we changed our minds) and Brownie.
I contemplated calling central office and telling them I was sick and had to go home. It wouldn’t have been a lie. I did feel sick. Even worse than the sick that comes with a cold or flu. This was sick with guilt and major momma failure.
Thankfully a rational thought surfaced. I can call Andy. I slipped out of the room and remembered the deal we made (pre-kids) when buying a house nearly an hour away from my work, but minutes away from his:
Me: You’ll be the one to run things into kids at school and to pick them up if they are sick and all of that stuff.
Him: No problem.
Andy answered his phone:
Me: Today’s the pet show in kindergarten.
Me: (frantic, clearly he isn’t understanding the dire situation) Sam didn’t bring a pup. We forgot this morning.
Me: (tears brimming) Can you take one to him?
Me: He’s got to be so disappointed.
Him: Which one should I take?
Me: (sigh of relief; I won’t have to take off of work) Thank you. He decided on Brownie.
Him: I thought he chose Big Dog.
Me: You said it had to fit in his backpack.
Him: It’s not going in his backpack.
Me: (smiling) You’re a hero.
Him: No problem.
*Snap*Snap*Smash* I have these series of thoughts all of the time. One tiny thought leads to another and another. I’m reminded of someone and think I should send a card. I hear of something and consider making a meal. I’m led to pray. Yet too often my response isn’t one of urgency. The thoughts disintegrate before they are put into action and become a blessing.
Sam’s response inspires me to follow through:
“Thanks, Dad, the day is so much better now.”
I want to try harder to capture the action from *Snap*Snap*Smashes*. After all, I’m blessed in order to be a blessing.
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