Naturally, I did what any mother would do and said….
Of course! Let’s drive an hour to get it and an hour to get home.
It really wasn’t that bad. I love having “captive” time with my kids, especially one at a time. I took it as a gift.
The laptop was purchased, we made it home, Thing Two changed into his basketball uniform and we dashed to the gym for the game.
Feeling seriously behind due to spending all day driving to Best Buy to collect the laptop, I tried to catch up on my email on my phone during the game. Thing Two doesn’t play every minute, and usually, I can stay tuned in enough to know when my own kid is on the court and give him a cheer or two or ten.
All of a sudden, I heard the most incredible cheering. The coach was off the bench. The crowd was going wild.
I knew something amazing had happened.
In the far recesses of my mind, I heard “Great job, Jason!” coming from his coach.
Just then, my heart knew what my eyes had missed.
Thing Two had made his first basket of the season.
We’re not at the beginning of our season, people.
We’re halfway through.
He’s been trying.
He’s been working on having the courage to take the shot in the midst of the intensity of the game.
He took the shot.
He made the shot.
I. Missed. It.
Because too much email collected in my inbox.
My heart sank.
After the game, on our way to the car, Thing Two said, “Mama! I made the shot!”
I said, “I know! I’m so proud of you.”
But because the weight of it on my heart was suffocating.
Because my child has a right to know his mother is far from perfect.
I hung my head.
I admitted my inattention.
And I was forgiven.
He shook it off. He believes it will happen again. He’s probably right.
Doesn’t change the fact that I missed the first one.