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(artist Vigee-Le Brun 1789) I told Rowdy that he missed the moment. The moment when as a parent, you know you have touched your child's heart, and that without question, they know you are there for them.
After dropping the kids off at the bus stop, I searched through the fridge for some semblance of a decent breakfast. Suddenly I saw my daughter's lunchpack, and I knew it was a serious dilemma that she didn't have it. She was leaving on a field trip the moment the starting bell rang, so not having a lunch with her was problematic.
Rowdy and I quickly discussed who would run it to her school and he offered to do it once he finished getting dressed. However, because I was ready before him(pajamas, long coat, hair in ponytail, flip flops in cold weather), I figured I could get it there quicker.
I ran out the door and drove to her school. It was a little bit, uhm, embarrassing to walk into her school in my well-thought-out-apparel, but I couldn't care too much because getting my daughter's lunch to her in time was more important.
As I opened the door to the main office it was as if time slowed. She was there.. dialing my phone number. And I was there... saying her name with a smile on my face as I reached out to give her the lunch pack.
The ladies in the office sighed as they said, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A hug later and I was on my way back home....knowing that she knew how much I loved her...and that as I teared up a bit...I would always remember that moment.
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3 comments:
Carrie, she will remember that, and it will sink deep into her psyche that her mother put her first and was AVAILABLE. You are awesome and your kids know it. I think I shared with you my almost identically-opposite experience from last year (running home to change clothes-because I looked so trashy- thinking I could make it back in time for the awards ceremony-sound familiar? Eva's head in her lap when I got there and a "you missed it all mom, didn't you?" to drive the dagger deeper. Oh. NEVER again. I hate that I had to learn it that way, and I'm glad you had the sense to know what counts without needing a painful experience to teach you.)I've got a long ways to go, but I'm really trying!! :) love you.
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What a sweet story. I bet she'll always remember it.
I took a peek at your photography blog- you are very talented! I need to find someone like you where I live.
I love that story! So sweet! And the outfit was fabulous. I'm sure.
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