Last week Mabel performed the story “My Lucky Day” by Keiko Kasza for her school class for an outreach program of the Timpanogos Storytelling Festival, and was chosen to represent her grade in performing the story for a school assembly. She asked her teachers what time the assembly would be at, and was told 12:30 on Monday, and she passed this information on to me on Friday afternoon, after the school office had closed. Since we didn’t have any written notice, I tried to verify the time of the assembly and the only thing I could find on the school website was a “Character Trait” assembly scheduled for 10:00 AM. I didn’t think that could be the same thing, so I decided I’d have to trust the 12:30 time. I needed to take Hazel in for a bilirubin check on Monday anyway, so I asked a friend to watch Rose and Henry during lunch and planned to go to the assembly and then take Hazel for her labwork.
Monday morning I woke up typically groggy from having nursed Hazel several times in the night, but decided to go ahead and get my shower even though I had a couple hours until my friend was coming to babysit. I was half-dressed when Mabel called from school: the assembly was starting RIGHT THEN (it was 9:30,) and could I please come?
I thought that (considering that I’d given birth just 5 days earlier,) I probably shouldn’t even try, but I really didn’t want to let Mabel down. I finished dressing as quickly as I could, got Hazel into her car seat, and put Henry’s shoes on over his footed pajamas. Fortunately Rose dressed herself in a hurry once she heard where we were going (she’s not always so compliant.) We drove to the school, parked in the 15-minute parking in the front, and made our way to the gym — just in time to see the 5th-grader performing her story. I was wondering whether my blood pressure was through the roof, because it sure felt that way. Then the 6th-grader got up, so it looked like they’d gone from youngest to oldest. I turned around and whispered to a woman behind me, “Did the girl in the red shirt already tell her story?” She nodded and whispered back “This is the last one.” I turned my head back around, trying to hide my suddenly-sprung tears.
Fortunately Mabel didn’t seem too devastated when she found out we’d missed her performance, and I do think she appreciated that I had come. She was in a cheerful mood and said she had enjoyed telling her story. Mabel’s teachers were very apologetic; they’d been as surprised by the time of the assembly as I was and had simply been told wrong. I was able to drop off Henry and Rose at my mom’s house and take Hazel for her labwork, first going back home to get the lab order I’d forgotten to bring (I also forgot to bring the papers for Rose’s kindergarten registration that I’d missed when I was in labor last week, so I’ll have to make another trip to the school for that on another day.) My friend still came over at mid-day and fed Rose and Henry lunch and put them down for their naps, leaving me free to care for Hazel and catch my breath. I think all the running around did slow my recovery (I was exhausted the next day,) but I’ve been doing my best to take it very easy ever since then. So I guess it all worked out — other than that I’m still sad I missed Mabel’s performance.