Picture a mother, dressed in her bathrobe and wool socks, sitting at the kitchen table, cutting last week's coupons. The phone rings. It's a call from the bus stop, a quarter mile away.
"Mom I left my SAT prep binder somewhere in the house and the bus is here."
Mother's pulse quickens. "And where would that binder be?"
"Upstairs in my room, in a white box. The bus is here."
Mother runs upstairs. "It's not here." Then mom remembers seeing a white box in the archeological dig called the dining room table. "Could it be downstairs?"
"Maybe, mom the bus is here."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I have it, start walking home, I'll meet you and drive you to school."
"Mom, the bus is leaving, I have to go."
"But how and I going to get this to you at the school?" Remember mom is in her robe and socks.... not much else. And there are several thousand students at the high school. Mom is not going to walk the halls dressed like she is.
"I have to go."
"Start walking home."
Now yelling, "The bus just left, I'm walking."
Mother throws winter jacket over robe, yells to other children to get up, then storms out of the house to drive to bus stop. Of course daughter will be walking on the other side of the street, so a silent prayer for an easy pull off and crossing is put forth.
Sees daughter, beeps to daughter. Picks up daughter. Drives daughter to school. Praying for no accidents at home or on the road.