Faith has been in Superkids this week at Lamar University. It is a highly enriched science-based program teaching through centers and hands-on learning. She has thoroughly enjoyed every day and was very excited about the ending festivities today, deciding to wear the butterfly shirt she made. She chatted on the way to Lamar about the botany room, safari room and her bug program. She offered to sing songs but changed her mind in order to save them for the presentation.
Oh, I had big plans to attend. I actually dressed and did my hair - without a cap. I went to Heb and organized groceries with several coupons carefully choosing the next 2 nights of dinner. I watched my clock, it was 1:45. I ran the groceries home and headed down the freeway to the lovely Harvard on the Neches.
Claire fell asleep in the car and I hummed along to Mercy Me's Goodbye Ordinary. I glanced at the clock as I entered the parking lot, 2:12. Good, 3 minutes to spare. Except I noticed there sure were a lot of people there, where are the late WEW's, I am the last one? I swerved in between Suv's & minivans, I was nervous. Am I late? Is my clock wrong? DID I MIX UP THE TIME? I yanked , I repeat yanked Claire from her seat and ran in the side entrance running past a huge poster " DON'T FORGET PARENTS! PROGRAM AT 2:00!"
Well, it could still be going on, I will just sneak in the back of her room and wave at her. Oh, is that her? It is, weeping in the hallway with a friend of mine, who was on the phone, calling yours truly. My friend looks at me, I mouth, "I THOUGHT IT WAS at 2:15?!?!?"
It was at 2:00, I missed her 35 seconds of fame but you would have thought I missed the first day of kindergarten. Her sweet tender heart was so broken she could not sing the songs so my friend pulled her out of the line-up to sit with her.
All the parents gazed at my stupid forgetfulness. They know me, all except the teacher who probably thought I was a schmuck. They all felt so bad for Faith b/c she was so upset, not bratty upset just little girl despair. All my earlier thoughts of when I was at Lamar and used to wish of being chosen to teach Superkids faded as I realized I cannot even manage my first superkid's schedule. She cried in my shirt for a few moments and then quietly got her stuff together, all 13 art project and plants for the day. She brightened as she showed me her ladybug rock and candle she made.
I apologized and offered to take her to get a treat, what else could I do? I asked her in the car if she was mad at me. She said no, she thought I was caught in traffic. She said she knew I would not forget, she just got sad when she kept looking for me and I was never there. So sweet, so forgiving, so tender, so faithful.
Honestly, I can look back and almost be glad it happened b/c it showed me her sweet heart. She did not throw a fit, she just accepted it and was happy to see me. I think she has almost forgotten about it, after I boosted the economy over Dunkin Donuts.
I am sure of one thing, I may not be super but she is my superkid! We don't even need to make ant farms or sand paper scorpions to figure that out.
Here is a clip of her performance. :)
bubba likes to play in the sand but no castles, he destroys them each time one is formed.
this is bubba's family. notice bubba's mama, she has changed since her former crystal beach days. i think she is wearing a floppy hat and a t-shirt while her children wear life jackets in order to avoid drowning! she has grown up so much, bless mama's heart. 
bubba does not like teething, sand or those darn swim diapers, they irritate his rear. :)
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