Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sorted through a large pile of papers in the kitchen that have been overlooked since last Thursday. Amidst the papers, I found a letter from Jesse’s class announcing how excited they were to be performing a short play reenacting the story of the Pilgrims and Indians. Jesse was playing the part of a King.
It was two hours ago.
I missed it.
To make the matter even worse, I checked my email and found an email from a room mom letting me know that Jesse did a wonderful job this morning and I emailed her back asking what she was talking about!
I can not believe I missed it.
He was so excited about his play, but I kept telling him it wasn’t until Friday. I thought it was part of Grandparent’s Day. I was wrong.
I can just see him now, so proud in his costume and crown, looking out into the audience for Mommy, who was no where to be seen. It breaks my heart.
I can only hope my mother-in-law, who works at the school, was able to see him.
I can’t believe I missed it.
I have to get ready for a home visit in 45 minutes.