picture by Seriously GinaI got a call from Savannah Friday afternoon.
S: Mom? I accidentally had an accident.
Me: Uhhhh..... really?
S: Ya. I was trying to open my juice but somehow it broke and spilled all over me and now I'm soaked.
After a few more minutes it was decided I would drop off some new clothes for her. I threw the other kids into the car, somewhat literally, and drove over to the school. Leaving the car right in front of the elementary's front doors, I ran in to hand Savannah her clothes.
I walked her to the bathroom and waited so I could take her wet clothes home with me but since I had left all the kids in the car, I felt she was moving along way to slow. I told her to open the stall and I went in and helped her change and tied her shoes in a hurry.
By the time we were done the bathroom had magically filled to overflowing, the only way a girl's bathroom can, with other little females who appeared to be about Savannah's age or a bit older.
As their eyes shifted from the two of us as we walked out of the stall together, to the pile of wet clothes in my arms, I could tell what they were thinking.
That she had had THAT kind of accident.
Savannah stood next to me, smiling up at my face, completely innocent as to how the other kids were interpreting the situation.
A weird sort of defensiveness rose up inside and I felt the need to set everything straight so she wouldn't get teased or made fun of, even though it was clear Savannah didn't know any of these kids.
So I stood in the middle of the twittering crowd of little girls and said loud enough for all to hear, "I'm sorry I didn't bring you a new juice box since you spilled your other one all over your clothes."
Savannah said it was okay and we started to leave. As I walked by a couple of the girls, one leaned over and whispered to the other, "So that's what happened!"
I felt relieved and I confess, a bit proud of myself that I had taken the extra moment to set the record straight even though it probably didn't matter. But I think we are allowed to be proud after a moment like that.
It's a mommy thing. I mean, come on, who else gets super excited and proud when their kids poops in the toilet for the first time? Geesh.
Savannah will probably never know how I had helped her, but that's what mommys are for.
Makes me wonder how many times my mom saved my bacon and I never knew it. Which only makes her that much more awesome. Especially since she didn't have a proud mom cheering her on in her corner of life's arena.
Her mom preferred the heavy hand and cruel tongue method. You would never know it, but she survived a lot. More than most people know.
And that's why she's so awesome. She decided she would never be like that.
And she wasn't.
Although, she does play a mean game of Angry Birds.