October 19th, 2016
Dear Todd,
That whole plan of the "bailout" and one chance thing with the intent that SHOULD that ever happen again I wouldn't bail him out thing....ya know? That thing? It happened. The next f'ning day. Amazing. Can't make it up. The next day?! Really?
You'll be glad to know, that I DID NOT give any sort of sympathy, help, anything on this drive to school, and I am glad to report that he didn't look for any either. He apologized right away, and I said, in a loving tone that expressed how little I cared this morning, "Don't apologize to me. I don't have to be there on time. I'm just your ride."
So we zoomed off and as we pulled up to the school, with a minute to spare, his greatest fears were realized. There, in the middle of the "drop-off" line, was a mom (we'll call her Pam) who had parked her car and gotten out to help her child go into school---backing up cars down the street.
This behavior always stirs up conflict within my soul. My first reaction, is frustrated and mildly hostile. Something in the form of, "It's called a Drop-Off line, because we 'drop off' the kids. The 'Park and Walk Them Into School Line' is called a parking lot. OH MY GAWD!"
And then, I have that moment of, "Maybe Pam is having a really difficult morning and she had every intention of dropping her child off, but when she got into the line, her daughter had a total panic attack and wouldn't get out of her carseat and now they were wedged between two cars and the baby started to cry because Sissy was crying and Pam never had any intention of walking into school in her pajama bottoms with no bra and baby food on her t-shirt, but her daughter had to go to school because she had already given her a "ONCE" and it was used yesterday too and so she pulls her from the car and physically escorts her into the school, throwing herself on the sword of "Drop-Off's What Not To Dos."
And so I sit, and wait to pull up where our son can get out of the car safely. I watch him squirm, and he decides to jump out prematurely so that he can run into the building. If there is any justice, he should've been marked "late" today. And for that, wherever you are Pam, I want to thank you.
Dear Todd,
That whole plan of the "bailout" and one chance thing with the intent that SHOULD that ever happen again I wouldn't bail him out thing....ya know? That thing? It happened. The next f'ning day. Amazing. Can't make it up. The next day?! Really?
You'll be glad to know, that I DID NOT give any sort of sympathy, help, anything on this drive to school, and I am glad to report that he didn't look for any either. He apologized right away, and I said, in a loving tone that expressed how little I cared this morning, "Don't apologize to me. I don't have to be there on time. I'm just your ride."
So we zoomed off and as we pulled up to the school, with a minute to spare, his greatest fears were realized. There, in the middle of the "drop-off" line, was a mom (we'll call her Pam) who had parked her car and gotten out to help her child go into school---backing up cars down the street.
This behavior always stirs up conflict within my soul. My first reaction, is frustrated and mildly hostile. Something in the form of, "It's called a Drop-Off line, because we 'drop off' the kids. The 'Park and Walk Them Into School Line' is called a parking lot. OH MY GAWD!"
And then, I have that moment of, "Maybe Pam is having a really difficult morning and she had every intention of dropping her child off, but when she got into the line, her daughter had a total panic attack and wouldn't get out of her carseat and now they were wedged between two cars and the baby started to cry because Sissy was crying and Pam never had any intention of walking into school in her pajama bottoms with no bra and baby food on her t-shirt, but her daughter had to go to school because she had already given her a "ONCE" and it was used yesterday too and so she pulls her from the car and physically escorts her into the school, throwing herself on the sword of "Drop-Off's What Not To Dos."
And so I sit, and wait to pull up where our son can get out of the car safely. I watch him squirm, and he decides to jump out prematurely so that he can run into the building. If there is any justice, he should've been marked "late" today. And for that, wherever you are Pam, I want to thank you.
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