Where You Are...

Today I experienced pure hell. The churning in the stomach and a welling fire in my chest accompanied by tragic longing to be somewhere but unable to get to that place fast enough. I forgot to pick Mason up from school. Absolute agony. I remember sitting down at the computer to work on something for parent preschool that starts next week. The clock read 12:58. I logged it in the lump of jello in my head that I have one hour before I have to pick Mason up. Next thing I know Adelin and Everett are up. I was downstairs fixing them a snack when the phone rang. The caller ID blazed with the name Principal. I answered an unaccustomed "I forgot to pick up my son!" The voice on the other end seconded my assessment. The world trickled along at a lazy pace. I urged the car forward desperate to reach my son. I felt like I was driving through sludge; a force of nothingness trying to keep me from him. Once I parked I ran to the office devouring him in my arms. We sat wrapped in each other crying. Him asking why and me offering my only defense that I was so sorry.