"B" Week at Preschool

Oops. It was "B" week at preschool, and at pickup, I had the feeling I forgot something. Waiting outside the door along with the other mothers, I noticed a construction paper chart on the wall indicating various colors of bears. "I forgot to pack something for him today, didn't I?" I asked no one in particular.

"They were supposed to bring a teddy bear and a toy for show-and-tell that starts with a B," one mom explained. She wore a matching outfit and looked like the type to be on time for all appointments.

"Oh, no," I moaned. It's been hard keeping up with school details for four people. "I guess I Blew it," I said. Heh-heh, my joke fell flat.

One nice woman with gorgeous strawberry-blonde curls that I would like to chop off and paste onto my head smiled and said reassuringly, "Oh, you know, last week I forgot to pack an A toy." She tried to make me feel better, even though I'm forgetful and not funny. I felt grateful. I guess I'll have to let her keep the curls.

Humbled and apologetic, I held out my arms for The Boy, who flew out the door and into my embrace. After we hugged, I whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry I didn't pack a teddy bear for you to bring in. I forgot. Did it turn out okay?"

He looked me in the eye as reassuring as the strawberry-blonde mom and said, "It's okay. I just thunk in my head the color of one of my puppy dogs. It was fine." Then he skipped over to his basket, pulled on his backpack, and headed confidently out into the world.

No teddy? No problem. I wish I were as worry-free as The Boy.