I can remember before Andrew (our first child) was born I had an anxiety about leaving him behind somewhere. You know, a new parent not accustomed to having to lug a baby around just forgets him at a restaurant or in a shopping basket. I was not crippled by this anxiety, but it was in the back of my mind when we would go out.
I managed to go more than fifteen years before realizing that fear.
Yesterday I left one of the girls behind at school. Typically I go a few minutes early and while waiting for the girls to come out of the school I read. With my nose in the book I do not keep track of who comes to the van, and who goes. (For some crazy reason some of the girls come to the van then run back, come to the van, then run back, come to the van, and then run back, and so on.) I just kept on reading about some teenage kids discovering that they come from an ancient line of Egyptian magicians. When everyone finally gets in one of them will tell me “All in Daddy.” I start the car and off we go to home.
Well yesterday someone failed to count accurately. Poor Teresa got left behind. She is the quiet one.
When we realized what had happened I went to fetch her.
I just hope none of my other new parent anxieties come to pass.