But I was in charge of driving my own vehicle, and I am (with lots of help) in charge of all the girls. Which is why I have a policy that everyone rides home in the same car that brought them. Every driver is responsible to check his or her car for the correct riders, and then you can safely assume that everyone got home, right? RIGHT?
It's a simple system, but apparently you have to have everyone on board for it to work.
I guess one driver didn't really understand the system, prompting a discussion back at the church 30 minutes later of "Hey, where's Genna?"
Which was immediately followed by me making a phone call to Genna's mom to see if Genna had made it home, which she had not. Apparently though, she HAD called her mom to tell her that I (me) had left her there after she told me she was going to the bathroom. And Genna's mom was anxious to tell me how she felt about her being left behind. And let's just say she wasn't happy. (and I guess I don't blame her...)
As I listened to the frustration in her mom's voice, part of me wanted to say Hey!
- I wasn't in charge,
- I wasn't the driver who left her,
- She never told me she was going to the bathroom,
- 37 other kids made it back to the right car at the right time. It's not like she didn't get the same directions as everyone else.
I used to think that maturity was sort of an outlook on life based on experience and compassion that you can bring to a situation.
The older I get, though, I realize that maturity mostly means that I'm just too tired to get all into it, and I don't want to keep talking about it.
Just throw me under the bus. I'm getting used to it down here.