I was early picking up the kids from school yesterday.

 
I had been to the mini-van dealership to replace something because when you drive a fancy vehicle, sometimes the computers are just too sophisticated for the general population and you need to give it some love.

 
I did get to climb under the bathroom stall when the faulty lock did not open after I karate kicked it (twice). Just shy of doing a half-jumping jack into the mirror and whisper-shouting “Superstar!” a la Mary Katherine Gallagher, I made it back into the waiting room. (I will of course deny this if not on camera)

 
On the drive to school I was feeling tremendous parenting guilt.

 
Am I doing enough for my kids?

 
Do they just see me as their driver?

 
Are my kids healthy? Well-rounded? Did the guy fixing the betwixter accuator (I made that up) drink out of my water bottle?

 
When I parked at the school, I found myself with a lot of extra time.

 
I turned on my phone to see if I could figure out how to look at the picture of the table I had taken while browsing at HomeSense earlier.

 
It should be noted, I use my cell phone for emergencies only and would be the equivalent of a party-line cell phone user by today’s standards.

 
When I touched the picture to enlarge it, a second picture scrolled over (I rarely use my phone as a camera and really don’t understand how it works) and then another and another and another.

 
The first was a “selfie” Chloe had taken when we were at the clay-painting place. I could see the beginnings of her pink, ceramic piggy-bank elephant coming to life.

 
The next was Ellie hanging upside down at a park jungle gym—must have been last spring. Ellie was so excited she had climbed across more rungs than last year. Hanna must have taken it because the very next picture was Hanna’s face, zoomed in on her teeth. Huh, before braces.

 
Then there was a pic of Chloe and I in the Doctor’s office. Actually, the picture was of my ass hovered over a basket of books. You know the books that all of the kids with communicable diseases come into the Doctor’s office to lick? Those books. Chloe must have taken a picture when I wasn’t looking.

 
Then there were others of Chloe’s swimming lessons. Ellie probably took those. And more at Chloe’s final gymnastics class of the session when they do their big “Ta-Das” for the parents. There must have been twelve in a row of Chloe in various stages of bar-swinging. She has totally outgrown that old leotard.

 
There were a number of close-ups of our mailbox key. Not sure why. A couple of Hanna’s trip to the museum when she was laying on a bed of nails. Others of a blurry tree stump.

 
There was one of the back of my head as taken from the middle row of the mini-van when I was driving the girl’s to swim practice.

 
Deep breath.

 
Moms, we are doing enough for our kids and we’re doing the best we can.

 
You’ll see. Just check your phone.