Thursday was one doozy of a day. I packed the vehicle, release my youngest children from school early, and had my husband take time off of work. All for the last football game for our oldest son—and this away game wasn’t just a few minutes away, more like two and a half hours away. Sure, it was a lot of preparation and expense, and a long drive through a snow storm, but hey, that’s what we parents do for our kids, right? Now if only my son would have called me that morning to let me know the game was cancelled.
Yep, cancelled. And the best part, the moment we reach our destination, my oldest son calls. “Mom, can you pick me up from school.”
“School!” I say into the phone. “Why are you at school? What about the game?”
“Oh, it got cancelled this morning because of the snow.”
Right about here I smacked my forehead. “Why didn’t you call and tell me?”
His answer was the icing on the whole debacle. “It’s snowing. I thought you would know.”
Gee folks, I’m not only a mother but I’m supposed to be a mind reader too. What my son didn’t realize was I’ve watched tons of games in less than perfect weather. It would have never occurred to me to think the game was cancelled.
I shook my head and chuckled. “Well son, unfortunately, you’re walking home. We’ll see you in a few hours.”
If this doesn’t illustrate the importance of communication, I don’t know what will. On the upside, our five hour trip had quite a few scenic views—ooo, with a quick stop at a Wendy’s—now I know you’re wishing this had happened to you.