When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.
Friday, April 19, 2013
I thought about this for a second, and then bit my tongue (a very difficult thing for me to do) and said nothing more. As a mom of a tween who tries a little more each day to assert his independence, I am trying to learn to choose my battles, and this one didn't seem worth spending any energy on. We headed out to the car and went on our merry way.
A few minutes later, the sky above us grew even darker and more threatening, and from the back seat I heard a faint little "Uh-oh". I chuckled (was that mean of me?) and said with mock surprise, "Oh, Noah, it looks like it's really going to rain!".
Just as we pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store (and I joked that I should probably find a parking spot as far away from the store doors as possible), the heavens opened up and buckets of water came gushing relentlessly out of the sky. Noah was laughing nervously now, and frantically planning a strategy for how he was going to get from the car to the store doors without drowning. He took a deep breath, threw open the car door, and took off like lightning, shrieking in a hilarious panic as he attempted (unsuccessfully) to dodge the torrential downpour.
Once we were both inside (Noah looking sheepish and a bit like a bowl of cereal left standing too long in milk, and me looking smug and dry in my raincoat) we looked at each other and laughed crazily for a good minute together. I could tell by the look on Noah's face that even though I hadn't made the jacket issue into a battle, somehow I had won.
They say that the best way to have children learn new ways of behaving is through experiencing natural consequences. I can't think of a more natural consequence for refusing to wear a jacket when the weather calls for it than having to wring out your t-shirt in the grocery cart area and then walk soggily through the store aisles for the next half hour. Thanks, Mother Nature, for helping me show my eleven year old (with no words at all) that moms still know a thing or two!