Mean Mom wins out over Enabling Mom. "You can make it through the day, Jack."
About 11:30 the phone rings again. "Please, please come get me. My leg still really, really hurts."
Enabling Mom is wavering, but Mean Mom still thinks she's right. "I'll be there in a half an hour, but no promises."
At noon I pack up a bag with a can of apple beer, two cups and a bottle of Advil. I drive to the school and have the secretary page him. We hang out together in the office for about 20 minutes drinking our soda and having a chat until his lunch break is over.
"So I've got to go back to class?"
"Yeah, you really should."
"Okay."
It's such a relief when Just Right Mom emerges in the nick of time and keeps both Enabling Mom and Mean Mom at bay.
2 comments:
What a happy ending.
When my daughter got hurt in a soccer game I had her jogging on the sidelines to work it out. Next day x-rays showed her foot was broken.
Oops.
Glad yours worked out better than mine.
Robin, that is one of the thousands of reasons it is so hard to be a mom and to figure out how to play it!
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