This is how my day started last Thursday morning at approximately 7:20 a.m.:
Max: I have a music program today at 2 p.m.
Me: No, I don’t think so. It is just practice.
Max: Mom, my program is today. I am a Savage Drummer. My shirt has feathers.
Me: I really don’t think it is today, but let me check.
So began my search of the school newsletter, website, then a text to my friend Margaret saying “ I think Max is confused…is there a program today?”
Return text from Margaret: Max is right, the program is at 2 p.m. today.
Me: AHHHHH!!!
While I knew there was a program coming up because I had sent the required costume elements, I had absolutely no idea it was Thursday. How did I miss it? I am diligent about reviewing the school newsletter, website, etc. but for some reason this one just slipped right on by. That happens, right?
Luckily my afternoon was open and I could attend the 1st & 2nd grade “Shipwreck” musical to see Max as a Savage Drummer. Mommy guilt diverted. Barely.
This made me think about listening…truly listening when your kid tells you something. I'm learning they're usually right on. But I assumed because I didn’t know about it, it meant it wasn’t happening. Not true. Max knew his program was at 2 p.m. and told me more than once. Apparently, he listened much better than I did.
“Max, you’re right. You do have a music program today. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” I said.
“That’s OK, Mom. I understand. Even Moms forget to listen sometimes, but not very often, right?”
I can only hope.
(Photo: That's Duncan, Max's buddy & fellow Savage Drummer)
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