lunch box drama...

sometimes i wonder why certain things always seem to happen to calvary. the one child in this family that finds it almost impossible (read: always impossible) to brush off big or small mishaps constantly is faced with almost all of those situations.
who was the kid that was walking too closely to the car and ran into the sliding door as it opened? calvary.
who was the kid that was given the defective toy in the happy meal box? calvary.
who was the kid that had an ice cream cone (on his second cone ever) with a hole in it? calvary.

maybe this is God's way of helping him learn to face the inevitability of life not going as we expect or plan. but i am not sure if calvary is ever going to be able to face these types of upsets with grace.
for instance, calvary has had a phenomenal transition into school. he has by far exceeded my expectations on every level. the only issues we have had are all centered around his lunchbox.
the first issue we had proves that i am an awesome mother. and it may even explain why calvary is the way he is. on the second day of school...let me emphasize THE VERY SECOND DAY OF SCHOOL THAT CALVARY HAS EVER ATTENDED IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE...i switched his sandwich with harper's.
that may not sound like a big deal but calvary is allergic to peanuts and his sandwhich was a nutella sandwich while harper's was peanut butter and jelly. if this would have happened to harper she would have told her teacher and known that all would be well. calvary thought the world would end.
a few minutes after his discovery i received a phone call from the school nurse that went like this:
n: mrs. murray, this is so-and-so at blah blah school.
m: oh, hi!
n: yes, um, calvary has peanut butter and jelly for lunch today? (an aire of her opinion of my own stupidity rang clearly and loudly at this point, but i don't really blame her)
m: oh my! i must have switched harper and calvary's lunch!
n: that's okay. he refused to eat it so we thought we would call. so harper has his lunch?
m: yes. and i am so sorry. i know what him refusing to eat it looked like so i apologize for that too. (anyone that knows calvary knows that "refusing to eat it" is a nice way of saying "that kid really flipped his lid over that sandwich")

we hung up and i was feeling overwhelmingly guilty and i just wanted to check on calvary. so i grabbed oliver jack and finley and headed down to the school. it was then that i received my second phone call...

m: hello?
n: yes, this is so-and-so from blah blah school again.
m: okay.
n: harper has peanut butter and jelly too. (again, her opinion of my stupidity and incompetence as a mother reigns high)
m: oh my goodness! i have no idea what i was thinking! i am on my way up there right now. i will be there in a couple of minutes.
n: okay. it happens to all of us. (really? she doesn't even believe it as she says it, but i appreciate the courtesy)

i get to the school and calvary is all smiles. my heart is relieved but i am still way confused as to how i made such a colossal mistake. i called kyle to tell him what a horrible mother i am and he told me that i did make one chocolate sandwich and one peanut butter sandwich (he eats the crust for his breakfast :) ). i feel relieved a little. and i chock this up to one of those "only calvary" moments.

a few days later i receive another phone call from the school. this time it was from the assistant teacher in his class...

m: hello?
mrs.b: hi, this is so-and so from calvary's class. he forgot to bring his lunch today.
m: oh, where could he have left it?!
mrs.b: i am not sure. he already checked the cafeteria, but i guess i should have checked after him.
m: that's okay, i am not far from the school so i will check the car and if it is there i will bring it, but even if it is not i will just make another one and bring it up to the school just in case.
mrs. b: okay, that will be great. he was really upset (read: he totally flipped out) and i tried to reassure him by telling him that we would call you and if we couldn't get in touch with you that he could just eat in the cafeteria. but that only made him more upset. do you guys have a rule that they are not allowed to eat in the cafeteria? (read: he went totally insane and the only explanation is that eating in the cafeteria is against your political or religious beliefs)
m: no, but calvary is very particular. not picky because he eats a wide variety of foods; but he is very particular about their source. in his mind eating in the cafeteria is the same as eating out of the garbage can. we have nothing against the cafeteria and maybe by the end of the year we will be able to get calvary to try some things but i am not sure.
mrs. b: okay, i will let him know that you are on your way. thank you so much.
m: thank you for calling.

after school i asked him about the events of the day and he responded, "i surely did cry". i tried to explain that these are the little deals in life. we can always fix these problems and that if this ever happens again to remember that he doesn't have to get upset. he responded, "it better not happen again."

sometimes things happen to calvary that no one would handle with grace, but most of the times the things that happen to calvary that send him into a fit are things that most people could handle with grace. maybe that is why it seems like more happens to him. he doesn't actually encounter more mishaps; he just calls more attention to those events. my evidence? harper left her lunchbox in the car this morning. i saw it when i got finley out of her seat after dropping her off. no phone call.