I’m generally not a rule breaker.
And it’s a good thing.
Because, on the rare occasions when I do venture outside the white lines, I’m like a magnet for rule-enforcers.
I can be going 36mph in a 35mph zone with 20 cars whizzing past me at 60mph and who is the officer going to pull over for a ticket? Moi.
I could be in the 10 items or less lane with 11 items, while the woman behind me has her cart piled up like Mount Everest and who will the grocery police come after? That's right. Yours truly.
It happened just last week.
Micah and I were running late for school. Despite our spotty tardy track record, we have been doing brilliantly this year. I didn’t want to break our streak.
Then I remembered the “forbidden” drop-off entrance conveniently located outside of Micah’s classroom.
Do I dare? I thought.
This entrance is usually militantly patrolled to keep deviant parents from bypassing the official drop-off line.
I quickly surveyed the scene. No Coach Bob (aka “The Enforcer”). I was emboldened by several other brave souls taking advantage of this scarce opportunity.
Hmmmm…. Why not? Everybody’s doing it. (This rationale works so well for my kids.)
So I threw caution to the wind and careened into the secret entrance.
Go! Go, Micah! Hurry! Before we get caught! (You can give me my Parent of the Year award now, please.)
As I prepared to make my getaway, I saw an imposing figure coming toward me out of the corner of my eye.
Terror struck my rule-following heart.
Coach Bob was on the warpath.
I kept going and tried to avoid eye contact.
He began to run and wave his arms …”This is NOT the drop off line! You MUST use the official drop off line...!!!”
Can you say it a little louder, please? I think there may be a few parents in Japan who didn’t hear you.
I gave him a sheepish expression and a “yes, I’m completely humiliated” wave and went on my way.
Getting caught is humbling. It reminds me that I need to model respect for authority – even in the little things – if I expect my kids to do the same.
I hope my kids are like me. I want them to always be caught in the act, too. In fact, I pray for it. Regularly.
When they go off track, I want it to be revealed – quickly. And I’ve noticed that I’m often given the uncanny ability to sense when they’re being deceptive.
And I if I fail to catch them, I can only hope and pray that the “Coach Bobs” in their lives will be on vigilant patrol.