Jack has gotten out of the habit of taking his phone with him when he leaves the house.
(That’s important later.)
This afternoon, I look out the window and see the middle schoolers that ride the bus with Jack…walking.
But I don’t see Jack.
I wait a minute or two.
And then I hop in the car, leaving Kate to watch Danny, and go hunting down the youngest Marrtian.
I stop and ask Megan, who lives down the street, if she saw Jack on the bus.
She couldn’t remember.
So, I drove down to the middle school.
The nice lady at the office paged Jack.
No sign of him.
By this time I am starting to get really worried.
It is not like Jack at all to not come right home after school. He’s happy to book it back out of the house but he has never once not come home first.
It’s a rule, you know.
I get back in the car and start to drive home.
I have one more place to check, and then I am going home to call 911.
As I was driving, Kate calls
I talk with her for just a minute before my phone dies.
Oh thank goodness.
Kate lets him have it for not calling and telling me what’s going on. “Do you have any idea how worried mom is???”
He misplaced his favorite broncos hat and since he went to look for it, he missed the bus.
He walked home.
It was cold and windy today.
And had begun to snow again.
“I’m so sorry mom.”
It’s ok buddy.
I’m just so very grateful you are home safe….
Just so you know, he has promised me that he will not leave the house without his charged phone again.