Son #2, who generally packs for a trip by shoving a video game in the pocket of his camo jacket, was putting a few things in the car to take to college.
He tossed a box of Pop Tarts in the glove compartment and scored a Yoo Hoo out of the fridge. There is nothing at college that cannot be improved with proper nutrition. Unfortunately, artificial flavoring is his favorite building block on the food pyramid.
I couldn’t help thinking a little motherly advice would get him off to a better start. The Boy Scouts don’t pledge to Be Prepared because they hope to get lost in the wilderness, but somewhere in time there must have been a Scout Mother who preached the “you can never be sure” sermon effectively.
“Why don’t you take some extra paper and pencils?”
“No thanks, Mom. Could you hand me that slice of pizza off the bottom shelf?”
I handed him a slice of double cheese swathed in aluminum foil. If he made his bed the way he packaged pizza, we’d never find his pillow.
“How about your books? Change for the drink machine?”
“You never know what you need til you get there. How about a change of clothes?”
I paused, trying to stuff the toy lamb he brought home from the hospital when he was born into his backpack.
I’m going across town to the city college. I’ll be home before supper.”
I popped Lambie in his backpack, tossed in a handful of change, and closed the zipper with a flourish.
He may be college-bound, but some truths never grow old.
You can never be sure what emergency will come your way. But Mom will pack something embarrassing in your backpack just in case.