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Pink Feathers

Forgetting My Son!

A Slice of Life

Get up, get ready, kiss the kiddos and head off to work. I usually get home at around 6:30 and today was no different. Out of 5 kids, only the 2 little ones greet me when I walk in the door. The other 3 come strolling around usually when they are hungry or need help with homework. So when I got home today and didn’t see my son, I didn’t think anything of it, I just figured he was in the basement as usual. After a lovely bubble blowing session with my 2 and 4 yr old, I decided to head on upstairs. As I walk into my bedroom the phone rings. It’s my husband (he works out of state). “Dee, where’s your phone?” He asks me in a fairly high-pitched voice. I told him that I didn’t have it with me, it was charging in my bathroom. Well, he proceeds to tell me, “Jonathan (our son.. The one I thought was in the basement) is ready, go pick him up!” WTH???? OMG!!!! I just realized that he went to a football game at school and it was over at 7:00. By this time it was well passed 730. I checked my phone so I could text him back, but of course I didn’t plug the cord in far enough so the darn thing was completely dead. I grabbed my purse and rushed downstairs to drive to the school. Now a normal person wouldn’t worry, just plug the phone in to the car charger and all would be well. No, not this girl. A fuse is blown in my car so none of my outlets work! (Panic starts to set in).  It only takes me about 5 minutes to get to the school… and thank goodness tonight was “club night ” so my son wasn’t alone. I drive around for about 5 minutes looking for my son, wondering should I go inside and bum an outlet to charge my phone just enough so I could text him and find out where he was? Then, of course, I realize I was in such a rush  to get out the door, I forgot my shoes. As I’m debating whether or not to make that walk of shame trip to the office, I spot my son waving – his hands in the air running over to the car yelling “Mom, Mom!” Oh, thank goodness.  A feeling of relief rushed over me, so glad I didn’t have to walk in the office barefoot. Lol.  Needless to say my son was not very happy with me, nor was I happy with myself. His first words were, “Mom I texted you like 18 times, the game was over at 7.” And he did.. 18 messages, plus 10 phone calls. I don’t think I have ever felt that horrible in my life.

Does it make me a bad mother that I forgot about my son like that??   This situation was mild to say the least but it could have been so much worse. All I can say is I am glad it all worked out and I will definitely be checking the basement for my boy when I get home from now on.


By: Deanna “McCrazy” Wolverton

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