Dear Reese,
Your teacher says you’re getting faster. You can spot a cheerio on the floor from across the room and take off after it. They don’t even know how you can see it from that far away.
I, as your mama, might be getting slower. At least that’s how I’m feeling tonight after I realized that the Social Security office is, in fact, by appointment these days — as your MorMor suggested a week ago. Nine years ago I made a couple of trips to one of the Social Security offices for name changes (married, divorced, it’s a whole story) and they most certainly did not take appointments then. My brain was committed to walk-ins and semi-long lines.
To be fair, Google says it’s a new online booking system. (To be fair, I could have googled that a week or more ago when I first thought of applying for your SSN on the way to our trip this weekend.)
So you will not be getting an SSN tomorrow, baby girl. But I promise I’ll be down to Green Bay on March 7th and take care of the whole thing. We’ve had to wait all these months for the adoption to be finalized to take this step in the first place, so what’s another month, right? (Oops.)
I’m grateful this is a parenting mistake that you will not remember and that hopefully will be wholly inconsequential to you. Right now you’d care a lot more if I forgot to read you Goodnight Moon before bed or God forbid left your binky at home for a car ride (a mistake I have yet to make).
In other news, we get to go to a waterpark tomorrow! Our suitcase is mostly packed, swimsuits and all. We’ll have a little two-day adventure with the whole family and I’m thrilled — I think we need a break from the routine that isn’t caused by being sick.
Love,
Mama