Ever Feel Like a Bad Mom?

The phone rang at 12:01 a.m. It was our youngest son. "Dad, how was your day today?"
"Great, what did you do today?"
"I turned twenty-six."
"Oh...man...we forgot to call you on your birthday!"
I was in the room when this exchange took place. I felt lower than a sow's belly. I couldn't believe that I had forgotten to phone our son and tell him "Happy Birthday". The part I don't want to tell you is, the same thing happened last year!

Yep, I guess you could say we get the "pitiful parents" award again! We are on a streak it would seem. Before you start tossing the rocks to stone us I want to inform you that each year cards were sent to be at his residence on time with a nice little check included. (When I contacted our daughter-in-law the following day, they had failed to open their mail and he didn't know that we had not totally forgotten his birthday.) I asked myself over and over how this could have happened, not only once, but twice! I think it has to do with the way I work at my job. I have things that need to be tended to and when I get the bill sent, the call made, or the item placed in the newsletter, I am done with it. I need to remember that it is not always the case. Sometimes things require follow-up! Especially when it is someone you love dearly.

Can I tell you again that I really do love you, son?