Nearly every evening after I’ve cleaned up our supper dishes, I pack lunches and snacks for the kids to bring to school/camp/daycare the next day. I’ve been doing it for years.
One time, this past school year I accidentally packed my daughter’s lunch in my son’s lunch bag and her water bottle in his back pack, and vice versa. It was early in the school year, I can’t even remember exactly when it was. I had all but forgotten about it.
Then this evening, my daughter turns to me with her sad, sad, big eyes, on the verge of tears, “Mommy, why did you give me the wrong lunch?”
I had no idea what she was talking about. Did I mix them up for camp today? No, I was sure I had everything packed correctly – as I usually do. “Did I give you the wrong lunch today honey?”
“No mommy, but remember when you gave me my brother’s lunch? And you gave him my lunch. And you gave us the wrong water bottles too. Why did you do that?”
One time in years of packing lunches. ONE TIME in YEARS! And apparently the pain of mommy’s error is not fading, nor will I be allowed to forget it.