My eyes remained fixed on the road as my mom-brain sprang into action, performing a rapid mental scan of our family’s always-full and fluctuating calendar. Although it was the start of summer—a season that promised sunny skies and a slower pace—life with three young boys guaranteed a year-round sort of busyness. Month after month, I would set aside one morning to update our family’s dry-erase wall calendar, using colored markers to carefully fill in the squares and keep our lives on track. By the time I recapped the pens and rehung the calendar in the laundry room, very little white space ever remained on the board. WE WERE IN THE CAR WHEN THE INVITATION CAME —ME BEHIND THE WHEEL AND MY ELDEST SON RIDING SHOTGUN BESIDE ME. “MOM, CAN I GO WITH ADAM TO THE GIANTS GAME ON FRIDAY?”
“Yep—you’re free on Friday,” I replied. “How fun, buddy!”
From the corner of my eye, I watched my pre- teen boy text back his response. His joy was palpable, and a wave of gratitude washed over me.
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