I went to pick up my oldest daughter out at the college this evening. I had stayed at the house a little longer than I should have to finish watching a movie, which I still not get to see the last 5 minutes. I also believe in going the speed limit, preferring to arrive in one piece.
As I pulled onto the campus, 2 minutes late by the clock in the car, guilt and memory came back to me.
The memory was one of when the oldest was 2 (maybe younger) and I ran late at work thereby running late in picking her up. I remember feeling so bad in being late. Not something I could have avoided, but nonetheless guilty at having kept her waiting.
I felt that again tonight.
The girl is 21. Not 2.
But I felt guilty.
When I went to pick her up at the sitter years ago, I promised her I would try my best not to keep her waiting. It wasn't something you did to someone you loved.
In reading this, I remember all the times my mother kept us waiting. How my next oldest sister has issues with promptness as well. And our oldest daughter? She is always late. Always keeping others waiting.
Ironic, huh?
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