Friday, October 14, 2011
Yesterday morning, as we were getting out of our car preparing to walk in to school, a grandmother and her two grandchildren passed us. ‘What are you good at, grandma?’ I made eye contact with her, and we both smiled. ‘I am good at all sorts of things – science, gardening, singing,…’ I strained to hear more of the conversation as they continued on out of earshot. We started following them, and they crossed at the corner. I heard her say something about it being easier to do there than at the corner with the light you have to wait for; I always think and do the same thing.
I’m finding myself thinking back to that encounter this morning. The boys and I will be spending the whole day together; it’s a conference preparation day for teachers at school. I love the way kids think, the questions they ask and the things they discuss. They never cease to surprise me.
I hear them starting to stir one floor below. ‘Cal, I can multiply millions.’ ‘How about billions?’ ‘I haven’t gotten to that yet.’ One of them is starting to set up the pond hockey-opoly. And my cue, 'mom's going to make pancakes.'
I’ll let you know how it goes.