As I headed out the door to pick my girls up from school, I remembered at the last minute that they had a basketball game right after school. As such, they wouldn’t be able to come home and get changed before the game. So I grabbed their jerseys and sweatpants.
Glancing at the shoe holder by the front door, I remembered (aren’t you proud of me for all this stuff I’m remembering?!) I also needed to take them their basketball shoes. I grabbed Doodle’s basketball shoes then reached for Sunshine’s shoes. Finally, with a full armload, I climbed in our SUV feeling rather proud of myself that I had actually remembered the basketball game considering the type of week it had been and it was only Tuesday. I reached the school and greeted my girls before handing them their basketball gear. “We have about five minutes before we have to be at the game,” I said.
When I handed Sunshine her basketball shoes, she gasped in horror. “Mom! These are TWO different shoes!!!” I looked down at the mismatched shoes she held in her hands. One was a basketball shoe while the other was a school shoe.
I saw the clock and knew there was no way we had time to go all the way back home and exchange the shoes. I noted that thankfully the shoes were both the same height so there would be no sprained ankles. “Sunshine, can you just wear those? We don’t have time to go home first. If we do, we’ll be late.”
Sunshine’s face held a look of terror before she finally responded, “Ok, Mom.” If there is one thing that is Sunshine’s pet peeve, it’s that she HATES to be late. She’s a very punctual little girl, which is helpful in a family full of last-minute unpunctuals.
“Thank goodness I didn’t grab one of Dad’s and one of yours,” I said laughing, always trying to keep a positive outlook on things.
Sunshine was not amused. However, she gracefully took the shoes and began to put them on.
I saw a friend in the school hallway and explained the situation to her. “Don’t feel too bad,” she told me. “I forgot to bring Pickles our cat for ‘show and tell today.'” Her son was crying and she felt so bad over her forgotten task.
“I think our mom brains are just on overload. I don’t think I can even get one more detail into this crowded brain of mine,” I said. She nodded in agreement while profusely promising her son that she would bring Pickles for the next “show and tell.”
I’m amazed that we moms get as much accomplished as we do. I’m shocked we are actually functioning at all with all that we have on our minds. I always thank God we manage to get out of the door and to school each morning as that in itself is a feat.
I’ve forgotten to put the lunch meat on my husband’s sandwiches before. I’ve forgotten to drop off the overdue books at the library. I’ve forgotten to pay a bill. Yep, I’ve forgotten many tasks, but when I think about all that I have actually remembered to do in my hectic life, I’m amazed and thankful.
Now if I can just remember to wear matching shoes myself…