Today was popcorn day at school, and I forgot. Simply forgot. But I could smell my mistake as soon as I walked in the door. So I accompanied my son into his second-grade classroom so we could figure out what to do.
"Sean," I said. "We forgot about popcorn. Do you want me to run out and get some change?"
My little boy turned around from where he was unloading his backpack with a look of pure mortification on his face. "No!" he said. "It's fine."
I was a little puzzled. "It's no big deal," I told him. "I have a couple of quarters in the car and I can ..."
By this time he looked almost desperate. "Mom, just go," he said, pushing me lightly toward the door. "It's okay!"
So I did. I left. And when I got home, I looked in the mirror. I had on makeup. My hair was curled. I was wearing a sweatshirt, but it didn't have toothpaste or Pepto-Bismol dribbled down the front. My occasional serial-killer-worthy eye twitch seemed under control. Bottom line, I didn't look embarrassing.
I think I just was embarrassing. Just ... as his mom. Sigh. Already. In second grade. I thought I'd have a little time than that. At least it's only at school. For now.