This morning, I was excited to head for school with my son since we left the house early, avoiding the usual rush and traffic brought about by late parents trying to beat the clock. I was confident everything was in order. I looked at my son as he walked to the car with his bag and jacket. Yes, it was a cold, chilly morning. I made sure he also brought his new glasses which we forgot to bring to school a few days ago.
As I parked the car, I excitedly told my son, “We’re here. Prepare your stuff.” When I opened the door to help him get out of the car, I was shocked to realize he wasn’t wearing shoes. I stared at his feet for a few seconds. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or pull my hair out.
I asked him, “Where are your shoes?” He replied, “Don’t know.” I asked again, “Where are your shoes?” Sensing my annoyance, he said, “I can’t find it in the garage.” I answered back, “So, you rode the car without your shoes. Why didn’t you tell me?” He was quiet for a long time. Halfway to our house, he said , “It was mom’s fault. She placed it somewhere where I can’t find it.” Hearing that, I got more annoyed. I told him, “Don’t blame your mom. You need to be responsible for yourself and for your things.” More silence followed.
I hurriedly opened the garage and went to look for his shoes. Guess where I found it? Yep, it was at the most obvious place, just outside the door leading to the house. I told him, “Here are your shoes. They were just outside the garage door.” This time he ran out of excuses. Luckily, we had 5 minutes to spare before the school bell rang.
The incident taught us both a lesson. For me, I should not assume that everything’s fine. I still need to check personally that all are in proper order. For my son, that he should take some responsibility for himself and his actions. I know he’s only six but these are the years that learning and developing values are important. I bet I did something similar as a kid but I’m pretty sure my parents gave me some lecturing that made me straighten my act.
My wife wondered why it took me that long to go home. She told me that she heard the garage open but found no one. She said that either she was hallucinating or we have a ghost inside the house. I waited a few minutes before telling her what happened. We ended up laughing and decided to put a spare pair of shoes inside the car’s back compartment for future back-up.
Just before leaving for work that afternoon, I saw two picture cards my son made for both me and my wife. I guess it’s his way of saying, “I’m sorry.” After reading them, I now I felt bad for being annoyed early that morning. I wanted to give him a hug but he and his mom went to a friend’s house. I told myself, I will surely give him a huge hug and a kiss as soon as I get back from work. And yes, I’m still the designated driver to bring him to school.
The adventures of parenthood never fails to amaze me. It’s like a fun and exciting roller coaster ride. Always full of surprises and tender moments. Moments that years from now will warm my heart when I find myself missing my son as he journey into adulthood and follow his own path in this world.
Each one of us have some interesting stories of our kids and their school life. Some are funny, others bring us pride and joy even a few tears as they receive an honor or recognition for a job well done, and a few that may have increased our blood pressure as we find ourselves sitting at the principal’s office.
What’s your child school story or yours that became a part of your “Hall of fame” collection of memories?
- Day 10 of Thanks (loveyourwaythrough.wordpress.com)
- Sliding Door Sneakers (momsjunkdrawer.wordpress.com)
- No Shoes (thismansjourney.net)