I Am That Mom

Tuesday morning I awoke with the thought, "I didn't get candy for Micah's class!"

You see last week Micah brought home a slip from his "school" about the Valentine's Party they were going to be having. They were encouraged to bring a Valentine for everyone in the class and attached was an approved list of candy/snacks. That very day we went to Target and I let Micah pick out his Valentine's.

I completely forgot about the candy.

The next day I convinced myself that he didn't really need to bring candy.

But the morning of the party I was struck with the thought that Micah might be the only one not bringing something. I didn't want him to feel bad. Would a three year old notice that?

So that morning I rushed, rushed, rushed us out the door so that we would have time to run to Cub in -8 degree air temperature with a much colder wind chill before I had to drop him off at 9:30.

We hurried into the store, grabbed a bag of suckers, and raced through the insanely cold air back to the van. I got them loaded in, got myself in, and started stuffing suckers into the already folded and sealed Valentines.

Suddenly I was struck with the thought, "Oh my goodness! I am THAT mom!" I am the mom who realizes it is her child's turn to bring treats/snacks to school the morning that they are due. I am the mom who will probably have to drop my child off at actual school someday and then run to the store to get the supplies for a project that we were supposed to bring.

I am that mom.

This realization didn't really strike me in a bad way. It didn't surprise me either. In fact, it struck me with an amused little smile that acknowledged that I totally AM that mom.

I got Micah to school on time, presented the Valentines to his teacher, and learned that the party is next week.

Yes, I am that mom too.