Today’s Muse…I never had a problem with that theory.

Today’s Muse…I never had a problem with that theory.

“Don’t you usually have a football banquet this time of year?” I asked my son on Monday.

“Yeah,” was his reply. “I think it’s Wednesday night.”

“Don’t we have to make some sort of reservation?”

“No, you’re fine. Just come.”

Number 46 never did have his shirt tucked...never. Thought that was against the rules.

Then it hit me that Wednesday was the night of my husband’s class at church. The other two children had to be shuttled back and forth to church for Christmas performance rehearsals like my car was a tram racing between the Pluto parking lot and the Disney ticket windows.

I could have gotten a baby sitter and tried to find someone to give my children rides. But I’ve already had to find baby sitters this week — and still have to find some for this weekend.

So at 6 p.m. I dropped football player off at high school cafeteria with all the other parents in red sweater vests with their sons and daughters.

I drove back to the church un-showered in sweats to pick up a child.

Teenager walked back through the door at 8:30. He got some award. It was one of the bigger ones. I don’t even know the exact name, because everytime I think about it a dagger plunges into my heart. I can’t bear even to ask him the exact name of what award he was given.

I’m not usually like this. Sappy.

But I can’t shake this…making me sad. Like really sad.

We won’t ever — correction.

I won’t always be in the right place at the right time for my children.

He really didn’t seem to care beans that we weren’t there. Not like he was traumatized a bit. Why should he be?

His whole life’s ahead with parents in a supporting role.

Which is good and normal. I never really had a problem with that theory.

I just have problems with reality.