The Lost Ring

Stress, tears, relief… three feelings moms experience often, maybe even daily. Being a mom is the BEST job ever, but let’s face it, it can get complicated.

Here’s a snapshot of a mom moment that happened on a typical Sunday afternoon.

We had just pulled up to Scott Middle School for Jacob’s basketball game… with plenty of time to spare. This was a situation where time wasn’t the problem. (Promptness isn’t one of my best mom qualities). Jacob is so excited for his games that we usually arrive a half hour early.

The issue today: Picture day. And, as my family knows, I’m a picture freak. I’m snap-happy. This time, however, it wasn’t me taking the shots, it was a scheduled player picture day.

Maybe it’s just a nine-year-old thing, but Jacob gets obsessed with his hair. We are a curly-headed family, but Jacob wants his hair flat…straight like his friends. (One time a stylist flat-ironed his hair, and he was thrilled!)

So, we get out of the car, we’re in the parking lot, and I’m trying to “fluff” his hair. Of course, he doesn’t like the “mom fluff.” So it’s always difficult trying to tackle this hairy situation.

Here I am reaching to fluff the hair and with one fling of my hand, my ring is gone. This is my wedding ring we’re talking about!

In the winter, my rings are much looser on my hands, but I’ve never lost my wedding ring! It actually flew off of my hand and landed somewhere under the humongous black SUV next to us.

I stopped. Dropped. And rolled to the edge of the SUV, but I couldn’t crawl under it.

My family is staring. What just happened? Is mom losing it?

“My ring! It’s gone,” I yelled frantically.

Upon first glance on the shaded pavement, I see nothing. No sparkle from the ring, nothing.

Not good.

I then jump to the other side of the immense SUV and slide my body to its edge.

Luck strikes! There’s my delicate diamond wedding ring perched on the coarse pavement under the SUV’s tire. And it’s within reach!

The ring is in good shape…no major blemishes!

I can’t say the same for my daughter’s frame of mind.

Olivia is crying.

“What’s wong, honey? Everything’s OK. I found my wedding ring!”

“I’m crying because I thought you wouldn’t be married to Daddy anymore.”

Stress. Tears. Relief. Olivia’s feelings on this situation were different than mine, but still as meaningful.

I’m worried about my wedding ring and the sentimentality of possibly losing the irreplaceable. My little girl, on the other hand, is worried that her parents wouldn’t be married anymore.

Cute. Priceless.

Happy Parenting!
Taryn

Taryn Vanderford loves being a mom to her two elementary-aged kids, Jacob and Olivia.  Activities with the kids and a full-time job keep Taryn pretty busy, but in her free time she enjoys taking pictures, reading, Jazzercising, gardening, traveling and playing the piano for church.



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Taryn Vanderford
Taryn Vanderford co-anchors “First at Four” Monday through Friday with her husband, Jon Vanderford.
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