Confession: I’m not a terribly patient person. There. I said it. You’d think that someone that chooses to teach high school students would be a veritable fount of patience. Well, I can be, but when it comes to sitting in the car waiting for my children to finish up at school and wander their way to the car, I’m not. I recall a few weeks ago sitting in the car waiting for them for an hour and a half. Yes. An hour and a half. I’ll not go into the nutty details that caused it, but suffice it to say mama was worn thin and in tears by the time we drove away.
Even on the days that I’m not sitting there that long my mind tends to wander to unwritten to-do lists that both stress me out and vanish into thin air as soon as the thought leaves my head. Yeah, I have to write things down or they don’t stand a chance. Anyway, as I sit, I think of all the things I could be doing. All the things I could cross of my to-do list. Better yet, write down all the things I’ve already done that day just so I can have the cheap thrill of crossing it off (I know, I need help).
So today, after picking up a few things from the grocery store for dinner (including some Mint Chocolate Chip Blue Bell), I pulled into the pick up line patiently, ahem, awaiting my children. My dude showed up almost immediately and hopped into the car. We chatted about his day, which mostly consists of a shrug of the shoulders. And we waited for blondie. And waited. I ran out of my usual litany of questions that are designed to elicit more than a one syllable response. I was going to have to pull out the big guns.
“So, how is the book you are reading coming along?”
*grunt and shoulder shrug*
“It’s A Wrinkle in Time, right?”
“I know your dad has read it, but I haven’t. What is it about?”
I was not ready at all for what was about to come. With a flip of his hair, I saw his large brown eyes brighten and he dug in. It was incredible. Plot, setting, characters, insight into each of the characters psyche…you name it. I could tell that he enjoyed weaving the important bits of the story together for me. And I surely enjoyed hearing it. Every syllable.
As he trailed off a bit, he let me know he’d only read as far as chapter nine.
“Good stuff, dude. It sounds like not only do you understand what is happening in the story, but that you’re enjoying it, too.”
*Another shrug, but mama knows better*
“Would it be ok if I started reading it, too? Then we could talk about it together. What do you think?”
And instead of a grunt, I was met with a smile and a hearty nod. I’m already on chapter five. And I’m one happy mama. Even though the Mint Chocolate Chip totally melted in the trunk as we sat in the parking lot chatting.
What sorts of unexpected pleasures have you encountered this week? I know that after last week, I’ll take all I can get. Spill it, people! We all need it!