La Petite Belle got in the vehicle today and said she had something to show me.

“Great,” I said. “What is it?”
She pulled a trophy (for a year of being on Honor Roll) out of her backpack.
I say, “What?! You got a trophy today? I had no idea you were going to get a trophy, baby. If you would have told me, I would have been there.”
La Petite Belle: “Yeah, I cried ’cause you weren’t there.”
(Insert heartbreak here.)
Me: “Oh, Baby, I’m so sorry. I would have been there. I didn’t know. I’m so proud of you.”
La Petite Belle: “It’s OK, Mommy.”
(Insert MORE heartbreak.)
I loved on this baby girl all afternoon. She loved on me.
How did I miss this?
I think my heart hurts more than hers.
It makes me think about my Heavenly Father and how I’m so not like the parent that He is. Oh, how I want to be.Β He never misses a thing. He’s always there. He never disappoints.
I just imagine my child up at the front of the chapel, looking for me, and I’m not there. Then, she tears up and cries to her teacher, who tries to comfort her because her loser mom didn’t show up.
(Insert EVEN MORE heartbreak.)
OK, I’m gonna go cry now.
I’m sorry, Baby Girl.