Forgotten!

Sundays are our family's most hectic day. In the rush and madness of getting everyone ready for church I often forget to make sure my son's socks match or that we have a sippy cup full of milk. On the way home from church we forget things sometimes, too. More than once we've had to pull over on the side of road and watch as Jimmy scrambled to recover papers and scriptures that were left on top of the van and forgotten about as we drove away.

Today we were on our way home from church again listening to the beautiful singing squabbling of our dear daughters. "Mel, stop!" "Leah, just look out your window and ignore her." "Hali, don't antagonize your sisters."

Pause.

"Where's Roman?"

Melody, who normally sits next to him in the back seat, looks over in instant realization and her mouth drops open. Hali gasps. Leah stares. Jimmy swerves in an instant u-turn. We had forgotten our only son and left him at church!

As we hurried back a million questions ran through my mind. Did he notice we were gone? Was he still playing on the lawn at church? How in the world did we manage to completely forget our boy and drive away?

As soon as we reached the parking lot Sister O. waved to me and pointed towards her van. I looked over and there in her back seat was my sobbing, blond-haired, unmatched-socks boy who leaped out of the van as soon as he saw me. I picked him up, kissed him, and thanked the heavens that it was the church parking lot we left him in instead of somewhere worse.

Help me feel better. Have YOU ever forgotten any of YOUR children and

drove away without them?