A Good Mom

Kohai's stab at sewing in his skills for living class. Not bad. And that's Yoda if you couldn't tell.

For the past several days the students in our district have been taking their standardized tests. I'm not sure what the acronym for these tests are, they seem to change from year to year, but anyway ... testing has occurred and when there is testing the students are requested to only bring their lunch on those days. Backpacks can stay home. So, Kohai hops in the car this morning with only his lunchbox.

Me: I thought testing was over?

Kohai: Nope, we're supposed to be taking math today.

Me: Okay.

I didn't think anything of it so I dropped him off and made my way to the office. I pulled into the parking garage and stopped the engine when my phone rang. It was Kohai.

Kohai: Hey, Mom, yeah, well remember when I said that we were taking math tests today? Well, I was wrong, we're not. Can you bring me my backpack? I'm really sorry, I thought we were still testing.

Me: That's okay, I just got to the office and it's going to take me about 20 minutes to get back home.

Kohai: Thanks, Mom.

So I fought the southbound traffic that was heading towards Dallas for 25 minutes to pick up Kohai's backpack and violin and dropped it off at his school. The receptionist at the front desk was frankly surprised that I would do such a thing for my son.

Receptionist: You're a good mom.

Me: I think any mom would do the same. It's what we're supposed to do, right?

As mothers we go above and beyond to help our kids succeed. Even if it means running back home to grab a forgotten backpack and violin.