My youngest son is 15, athletic and highly driven. He is also developing the need for a personal assistant to remind him about — or bring him — things he forgets on an almost-daily basis. When he texted me this morning asking if I could bring his baseball cap, which he needed in order to play in the game — and which he needed sometime in the next 20 minutes before the team bus left — I snapped my phone closed, sat back in my chair and exclaimed “I’m becoming Pepper Potts!”
Oddly, this did not raise a single eyebrow in our newsroom.
However, it made me realize I needed to do something to reverse this trend. Especially since I really don’t have the wardrobe or legs for it. My first instinct was to just let him leave without his hat and have him deal with the consequences. But knowing my son, he would just borrow someone else’s. Possibly someone with questionable hygene.
I decided to take a different approach to the problem. After texting him that I was on my way, I stopped by the house, grabbed his hat, and spent a few moments preparing it for delivery to the school office…
“Hi, I’m bringing my son his baseball hat,” I said to Hadley, the school office manager.
She eyed the package. “Is it his birthday?” she said after a pause.
“No. He forgot it. Again. So I thought I’d do something special.”
She looked at me and smiled with a mixture of deviance and reverence. “Would you prefer to have it delivered to him in class?”
“Oh, abso-lutely,” I said.
He’s just lucky he didn’t forget his jockstrap…