My daughter
is a smart girl and I’m a proud mother.
She earns
straight A’s in school, engineers her alarm clock system so that by 5am, she is
ready to get out of bed, and she has taught herself to play her favorite songs
on the piano – by sound. She’s also such a great kid – she’s kind and caring
and fair to all her friends.
So caring,
in fact, that one day, she missed her own bus to make sure a few of her friends
got on their bus. No, really. Let me tell you:
There I was,
in the midst of a pile of work at the office. It was a freezing, rainy day and
I was dreading the walk from the building to the car when my workday ended. It
was so cold it felt as if the icy air could freeze my soul. Literally.
Anyway, my
phone rings, messing up my zone. It’s my daughter.
“Mommy, can
you pick up me, A, M & M? The bus broke down.”
I panic
because it’s freezing and my 16 year old baby girl has to wait outside because
the bus is broken. I could picture her waiting outside, cold, miserable and
shivering, frostbite on her fingers and toes.
“Ok, I’m
leaving now, be there as fast as I can.”
I’m racing
to the school at the speed limit so I don’t get a ticket. The thought of my kid
turning to ice because she refuses to wear a winter jacket is almost bringing
me to tears. My sense of urgency makes sure I catch all the red lights, because
that’s how Murphy’s Law works.
But I
finally make it to the school and pull up to the front doors.
My daughter
is the only one power-walking to the car.
I’m
confused. Where are her friends?
And I kid
you not, the following conversation did take place. Verbatim.
“Where are
your friends?” ~ Me
“Oh, their
bus became un-broke so they went home,” ~ Her
Blink blink.
“So, why
didn’t you get on the bus, too?” ~ Me
“You know
they don’t ride the same bus as me, Mommy,” ~ Her
“So your bus
was still broke?”~ Me
“No, mommy, I
said THEIR bus was broke,”~ Her
“Well what
was wrong with your bus?” ~ Me
“Nothing,” ~
Her
Jaw drops.
“So, you
missed your bus … why?” ~ Me
“Because
they weren’t going to have a ride home and it was freezing out, And you were
already coming,” ~ Her
Sweet, huh?
My kid cares about her friends so much she would freeze her butt to make sure
they got home, even if it meant missing her own bus. Except they didn’t have to
wait in the cold anymore, they were able to make it home.
Then a
thought occurred to me.
“Do they
have parents?” ~ Me
“Yes,” ~ Her
“Do they
have phones,” ~ Me
“Yes,” ~Her
“Then why
couldn’t they call their parents?” ~ Me
“Because
their parents have to work, mommy,” ~ Her
There is no emoji that would accurately describe the look on my face or the emotions I was feeling – I must have gone through about five or six.
“So … what
do you think I do all day … at MY JOB?” ~ Me, staring incredulously at my
daughter’s assumption that perhaps I didn’t work at all – I just go somewhere
for eight plus hours a day and money mysteriously appears in my bank account.
And her
resulting expression once it dawned on her that I did, in fact, have a real job
– just like her friends’ parents – was a mixture of shock and apology. A bulb
of realization went off in her head: her mom also had a job and that she
probably did not need to leave early to almost take care of her friends whose
bus un-broke after she missed her own bus home.
God Bless
America … this kid …
I took her
back to work with me so I could make up the time, even though I could have
worked through lunch the following day. And I made sure it was an excruciatingly long
time before we went home; because not only did I leave work, I had to miss a 6
p.m. Crossfit class, which meant I didn’t get to burn any calories so I did NOT
get to have any salted caramel ice cream.
Although I
was slightly annoyed, the entire situation was almost comical. To this day
whenever I bring it up, she insists she said “their” bus broke and I didn’t ask
enough questions over the phone. My reply to that?
“Well, I was
only thinking about my baby girl freezing, with her friends, so by the time I
asked questions you would be a Popsicle and still miss the bus. I wanted to
hurry and get to you as fast as I could to get you somewhere warm. That’s how
much I love you.”
Dramatic?
Probably. Truth? Most def.