Before I came to my senses and made the decision to wash my pump parts at work instead of transporting them to and from home each day, there were many mornings that I lacked the necessary tools to relieve my ever increasingly engorged breasts of milk.
At the time my husband and I shared a car and he dropped me off at work, so returning home was not an option, neither was making a run to Walmart. On the days that I knew my husband was available, I would call him and he would bring me the pieces that I needed. Once a close friends who also pumps had her husband bring her spare pump to my office, and on another occasion, a complete stranger responded to my request for assistance in a local breastfeeding group.
If I, a working mom with two children, can be rescued in my time of need, then why can't that same grace be extended to children? The lessons learned during childhood mold us into the adults that we become. Those lessons should serve to build character and instill the traits needed to thrive. If I forget my lunch at home I can reach into my purse, pull out my credit card and order take out. If I forget a work assignment I can drive home and retrieve it before the deadline. A child in school does not have those options. There option is to call mom or dad. I don't see this as a lesson in problem solving, as much as I see it as a reminder that the problems of children are not given the same consideration as those of adults.