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The Forgotten

When my son, Nathanael, was born, it changed my life forever. I now had a little person who filled my whole world and gave me a purpose. He was a very good baby. He only complained when he was hungry. Even at night, he would lay quietly to let mommy sleep even though he was wide awake. As he grew, his sweet personality and shyness were very endearing and turned my heart to mush. Even now at almost 10 years old, he is still my sweet and quiet boy. This sweetness of nature has given him friends who call him all the time. When I pick up the phone, I love to hear a little chipmunk voice ask, "Is Nathanael there?" to which I reply, "Of course," with true delight. One day, I took Nathanael to school and came home to go about the day's business. I homeschooled Caleb, tried to clean the house, and went about my day as usual. Three o'clock came and went and I didn't even notice. For some reason, my head was in the clouds that day. By 3:30, the phone rings. I hear a little chipmunk voice on the phone and I go all gushy inside. I talk to the chipmunk for a few seconds not really understanding what he is saying. For some reason, I have no idea I'm talking to my own son. Finally, he says, "Mom! Aren't you coming to get me?" I lost all the air in my lungs at that point. My eyes dart to the clock and my mind is screaming at me. How could I forget my own son? I profusely apologized to my sweet boy and promised him I would be right there. My brother was visiting that day, so I dumped the rest of my brood on his shoulders and ran out the door. I raced to the school as fast as I could without getting a ticket from the tax collector hiding in the bushes. When I pulled up, there he was waiting for me. He was very understanding of his absent-minded mother. I lavished him with candy as soon as we got home. He thought that was cool.

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striving... said…
Oh all the poor compliant and quiet children. They always get forgotten. I did this before with my oldest girl too. It happens to the best of us. I actually did it to my middle child too, I was leaving work (daycare) got in the car and relized I did not have her. I left her in her class. Duh!!!

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