The house was so quiet and peaceful this morning. I had spent the early daylight hours flipping through baby pictures, wiping away tears, and texting my BFF about this new stage of life I am in.
As I strolled into my office, I held my hot cup of coffee in one hand and my phone in the other. I set the phone down, and then the coffee cup. That’s when everything started to move in slow motion, like I had just stepped into a Matrix movie and my inner Neo was released.
The hot coffee tipped over threatening everything in its path… my phone, Joshua’s Senior Yearbook, and his cap and gown pictures. As coffee poured over the desk onto the floor, my phone rings and my son’s face appeared on the coffee splattered screen. In an instant two thoughts collided, Josh is calling to tell me he passed his driver’s test, and now I can see if the speaker on my phone is working. Duality of a mom-brain — it’s a super power.
Sticky hazelnut coffee soaked the back of the phone as I said hello. Joshua responds –” Mom, what was it that you didn’t have in the car when you got your ticket?” Immediately I wondered if he got a ticket during his driving test! Then at the speed of a search engine, a multitude of questions flooded my mind. Are they asking him about my driving record? Is he cheating on a test? Wait, I didn’t get a ticket I got a warning! Then all the lights turned on (remember the caffeine is all over the desk and floor, not in my brain) with hesitance in my voice I answered, proof of insurance? As I simultaneously prayed that Tom grabbed them and put them in the car. To which Josh replied, “Yeah, and if I don’t have it they won’t allow me to take the test.”
The Def-con level in our home went from Alpha to Delta when I asked for his testing time and he said at 8:20 and my phone read 8:15.
Here is why God made me a mom…
Standing there with my morning bedhead, shoeless, and braless I triaged the critical situation like a veteran ER nurse, as the coffee crept toward the precious items scattered across my desk.
In seconds the Hazelnut phone was wiped on the jeans, pictures and yearbook shoved further away from the impeding coffee. I leaped two levels of stairs like Spiderman, threw a mom clip in the hair, Vans on the feet, and a bra on the bust. I grabbed the keys to my daughter’s car, the proof of insurance off the dining room table, jumped in the car, texted a picture of the insurance in the event I didn’t make it in time, and hit the interstate.
At 8:27 I pulled into the DMV, never slowing much past 10 MPH, handed off the proof of insurance to hubby, and shouting out the window as I rolled away – tell Josh I am praying!
I walked into the house, eliminated the coffee catastrophe, set the books on the porch to dry, and caught a glimpse of a sticky note that said… “You’ve got this day!”
Dang straight I do, because I am a mom!
PS… And he passed his driving test.
