If any of you were thinking that you were in the running for Mom of the Year, I just wanted you to know that the award has been presented and I am the official winner. Best you can do is 2nd place at this point! Last night I dropped Joel (10 years old) off at basketball practice at a local elementary school at 5:20 for 5:30 practice. Matt left to pick him at 7:00, but returned without Joel. "Where's Joel?" I asked.
"Funny thing, " Matt replied. "Practice didn't start until 6:45 and is over at 8:15." So, Joel had been alone at the school - no other person in the building, no phone to call us - for an hour and a half. ALONE. I am sure he was freaked out. Of course, he acted like he was fine. But I know him and know he was terrified. Not to mention that I hadn't fed him dinner because he would be home by 7:15. This is the boy that gets REALLY grouchy if he isn't fed regularly. His metabolism is super fast.
In all seriousness, as I drove away from the school after dropping him off, I thought, Isn't it interesting how much more comfortable I am dropping him off than I would have been with my 1st child? I would always have walked Kyle into the building. Guess I need to revert back to my old ways, huh?
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