You see, for the last year and a half my kids have been riding the bus to and from school. I love it! This year is a little different as Kaylynn has been taking piano lessons on Tuesdays after school. Tuesday is the only day that I pick them up. On the horrible, terrible day in question I forgot it was Tuesday. I had had a very busy day and had been gone all day long. I got home about 3:00 (they get out of school at 2:45 and Kaylynn's lesson starts at 3:00). They usually get off the bus about 3:20. So I laid on the couch to catch a smallish catnap before the kids got home. At 3:07 the phone rang. It was the school secretary, "Mrs. ______, your kids thought you were picking them up from school today and are waiting for you."
After I picked up my kids and raced over to the piano teacher's house, I explained to my children that even grown ups forget sometimes. Luckily they forgave me and all was well.
This experience reminded me of a time when I was forgotten as a child. I was probably 9 or 10 years old and was taking ballet lessons at the junior high school. My Dad was usually the one to pick me up, but one day he forgot. I waited, and waited and waited some more. Looking back I don't know why some other adult (like my ballet teacher) didn't pay more attention and make sure that I had been picked up. As time passed and I became increasingly frightened, I decided to walk to a nearby grocery store. I must have been crying and appeared very upset because a kind woman (a stranger) asked me if I was okay. I explained to her what happened and guess what she did?
She drove me home. Luckily she was very kind and not some crazy psychopath. Needless to say my parents were very upset and felt terrible for forgetting about me. After that day, my Dad was always early to pick me up and never forgot me again. Just think, I could have been one of those milk carton kids. ;)
Have you ever been forgotten, or forgotten your kids?
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ummm... like the time that I left Ashton in the car while I went shopping? Like that time? And never ONCE even thought about the fact that he was in the car until I saw him when I was returning. Talk about the most sickening feeling in the world. I am still ever so thankful it was not summer here in Vegas at the time and that someone didn't turn me in. THE worst feeling in the world!
ummm... like the time that I left Ashton in the car while I went shopping? Like that time? And never ONCE even thought about the fact that he was in the car until I saw him when I was returning. Talk about the most sickening feeling in the world. I am still ever so thankful it was not summer here in Vegas at the time and that someone didn't turn me in. THE worst feeling in the world!
ummm... like the time that I left Ashton in the car while I went shopping? Like that time? And never ONCE even thought about the fact that he was in the car until I saw him when I was returning. Talk about the most sickening feeling in the world. I am still ever so thankful it was not summer here in Vegas at the time and that someone didn't turn me in. THE worst feeling in the world!
sorry...you should delete the TWO other posts that I mistakeingly submitted..and this one too!
I forgot "D" once at Kindergarten and he was SO mad at me that day. And then last week, I spaced out while at the grocery store so Jake was crying because I wasn't there to pick him up at the stop and the bus driver had to wait with him at our house. Embarrassing!
When I was 15, my Dad forgot to pick me up after a school thing and I waited in the dark for a really long time. No one was left from the activity and I was freaking out. I went into the school and the janitor would not let me use the school phone. Jerk. Finally, from the other end of the school, another activity got out and there was someone from my ward so I asked for a ride home. Long story short: I was ticked at my Dad for a really long time, even though he felt terrible.
It's funny, now it has come full circle! :D
Yes on both. Being left by my dad stopped being as traumatic, the day I forgot my kids. :) It's amazing how that puts it in perspective for you...
Yes! I've forgotten my kids!
Your story was a bit traumatic! I think mostly kids aren't bothered by it unless they get rides from strangers....
Well there was this one time, that actually happened about several times, over one school year.
OH heck, this is good. I'm just going to blog about it. It will make you feel less guilty right?
I'm so glad you were never on a milk carton. For any reason.
I think I may have been forgotten a time or two, but I'm pretty sure, looking back, that it was never accidentally. I remember calling home one time to remind a parent I needed to be picked up and the response was, "And you want us to be the ones to pick you up?" So yeah, I guess I was never really forgotten. Just left.
When I'm gone from the house all day, it throws me off. Who knew a home base was so necessary?
I was forgotten as an 8 year old and it was at nighttime school activity... I sprinted home in the dark and hoped I didn't get kidnapped.
I don't think I was ever forgotten (I guess I'm too loud to be forgotten ; )
I'm sure I have forgotten my children, but I guess I'VE FORGOTTEN the memory--although I'm sure they haven't.
I remember one of my friends left one of her children on the toilet (they were at the age when they were being potty trained) and when she got home some time later they were still on the toilet.
Yes, I'm sure I got left a time or 2. I also know that I forgot my mom a time or 2 when I had the car and she needed to be picked up from school after teaching all day.
Shame on me. And yes, we totally left Cade at the church there in Rapid once when he was young. On the back steps by the gym. We got passed the Sheridan Lake road light before I realized he wasn't in the car. I know an angel was waiting with him because he was calmly sitting on the steps by himself in the dark waiting for us to come back. Worst feeling in the world by far. Horrible Parents.
I haven't forgotten my children yet, but they are still young...
I'm sure it is bound to happen sometime.
I do remember not getting picked up from kindergarten one day. I cried and cried until my mom finally got there. Imagine me crying, never! I forgave her, but I still remember that awful feeling of being forgotten.
a good reminder that mothers are also very busy, tired, and most definitely NOT perfect although we try awfully hard to be.
if we don't leave a child it will be something else and we can't beat ourselves up for it or feel guilt.
we just do the best we can!
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