P. T. Barnum reportedly observed, “There is a sucker born every minute.”
Today, that would be me.
This is the part where I get to eat those words I dished out last night when I wrote about how I’m happy to be able to do something for my daughter. Because this morning, she made it onto the school bus on time, but her laptop didn’t. A few minutes after she left, I got a text message:
“For real?” I responded. Then, locating the laptop near the top of the stairs, I texted her, “I see it. Where to met?”
“? Where do you think” is what I got back.
Really? You want to smart off at me when I’m doing you a favor? The laptop is a school-issued, required piece of equipment that serves as both textbook and notebook in most of her classes. So unlike the consequences she might suffer if she left her literature textbook home, she’s basically unprepared for every single class if she doesn’t have the laptop.
So I rescued her. Again. She forgets the laptop fairly often.
And after the smart answers in today’s text message, plus the generous dose of attitude she showed me when I expressed some frustration at having to wait for her so I could deliver the computer, this might be the last time I bring it over there. Yes, school is only a mile away. Yes, I was home at the time. But, oh well–maybe this kind of a favor, unlike a hot, nutritious dinner for a student involved in several after-school activities, isn’t the kind of favor that does anyone any favors.
My sister calls me a sucker for dropping everything to deliver forgotten computers, textbooks, lunches, and track shoes to my daughter at school. Maybe I am. And maybe I’d be a better parent if I were less of a sucker. I’d rather she misses the bus and is sure to have all her stuff than making the bus and expecting a speedy delivery.
Next time she can just face the consequences, and then maybe, just maybe, there won’t be too many next times after that.
The sucker has left the building.