Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Worst Mom Ever. Almost.

First let me start this post by saying that over the last 7.5 years I've come to this conclusion: there is no other profession or position on earth that produces the level of guilt that comes from motherhood. Not even fatherhood. Sorry, but its true. There. Now on to my most recent cause of extreme guilt:


Did you see those super cute pictures and the video of Hayes graduating and participating in his class program? Well, the first grade didn't have a graduation ceremony (you can only graduate so many times) but they did have the First Grade Program and Picnic Lunch to which parents were of course invited. Here are the pictures and video of the super cute songs they preformed:




Oh wait. That's right. There are no pictures and there is no video. Because Daxon's mother missed the entire program. For no good reason.

Last week Dax brought home a note which I could swear listed the program time as 1pm. We promptly lost the note. No biggie, I can remember one event's date and time. Fast forward to this morning. Several times I had the thought occur that maybe I should call and double check the time. But as fleeting thoughts tend to do, it fled my mind a least a few times before it remained long enough for me to actually pick up the phone and call the school. At exactly 11:22 the secretary informed me that the program started at 11:30. I was dripping wet and naked. Well, under the robe. After the ensuing rush to get clothed and to the school, we arrived just in time for the gym doors to open and the kids to come out for the picnic portion of First Grade Program and Picnic.

This should not be a huge deal. One program out of a million. Yeah. Try telling that to a very sad first grader. The worst part was he is now old enough to do that thing where you try really hard to keep the tears back by blinking a million times. But that never really works and a few aways squeeze out. And the "how come you didn't come" and "I looked and looked and couldn't find you" really are heartbreaking. It made me cry just a little bit. Not to mention that I had no lunch for the picnic...



Well, ok. There is one picture. In the park at the picnic with his teacher, Mrs. Ellis. (Who, by the way, was a great teacher really helped Dax excel this year. )The good thing about motherly guilt is that kids have unconditional love and tend forgive and forget quickly. Thank goodness.

7 comments:

Trimble said...

As far as I'm concerned, no one lost a limb or got lost for more than five minutes. I think you're still a good mom. :)

Julie Geldmacher said...

You are a wonderful Mom! You are just too hard on yourself. Be assured that it will happen again. Your sweet little son will love you anyway.

Cathy Lloyd said...

Oh dang I hate it when that happens! There's always next year..and the year after! Enjoy the summer! Have you shaved your boys' heads yet? Your father always got his head shaved for the summer by Grm Crandall on the last day of school..I think you should continue that tradition...and then let 'em run wild! LOL! :)

Joan said...

Oh dear, sorry to hear you missed the program. But just as others have stated--there will be MANY more, and this will be a funny memory. And yes, I agree with Aunt Cathy, summer hair cuts are great--and little boys heads will smell better too. (heee he)

Katie said...

This is a sad story, but I have to say, I LOVE the way you tell it! You are a great writer!

Deanna said...

Oh....Poor Dax! However, I agree with all the other wise women who commented prior to me...You are still a WONDERUFL mom!!!

Keep up the good work.

Jennifer said...

When that happens to me I just look offended at the fact that they didn't see me, because there have been times when I was there and they didn't see me. So I just fake it and look shocked that they would accuse me of such a thing. How could I ever miss seeing you sing/dance/speak/play?

It doesn't make us bad moms, it just makes us human. I agree though, thank goodness they forgive and forget quickly.