I like to think that I'm helping the Holy Spirit by providing good opportunities for my kids to develop fruit in their lives. Like Patience.
Yesterday, I was supposed to call up to the school to let my son G.T. (13) know that I would not be picking him up after school so he should take the bus.
Yeah, well. I forgot.
So he waited for me. And waited. And waited.
The buses left. The cars left. The teachers left. The lights turned off.
A full Hour and a Half later, I screeched to a halt in front of the school. I'd driven like a maniac from Ft. Worth to get there as fast as I could after the "Are you coming to get meeee???" phone call. I felt like a Loser-Mom.
Fortunately, by the time I got there, G.T. had worked through his frustration and was in pretty good spirits in spite of the long, lonely wait. He had a lovely chat with some nice lady in the office, who probably felt sorry for this poor kid whose mother forgot him.
(He also happens to be the only poor kid in 8th grade who doesn't have a cell phone. Horror of horrors, he had to ask to use the school phone to call. Several times. What kind of parents does he have, anyway?)
This is all probably going in his Permanent Record.
Today was Day Three, and it went off without a hitch. I'm hoping to redeem myself by NEVER FORGETTING ANOTHER THING IN MY LIFE.
Well, at least not one of my kids.
