If I had a quarter,
for each
I don’t even want to go anymore!
I might not be rich,
but I could buy a pack of gum.
Was that tiredness
and fear talking?
I will not let him default
on himself.
The kid has had a full week of preparing a week’s worth of classwork in advance. He drove from school to work. Arrived home at 8:30 pm. The group of young men he’s heading to Table Rock Lake with have tossed plans around like carrots in iceberg. The current (and final?) itinerary has the group waiting for the kid to arrive in Madison after a full Saturday of skating time trials and another seven hour shift at the bait shop. I won’t go into the long list of Friday night preparations.
Eight boys will be Branson bound in the dark of Leap Day eve.
Why am I telling you this?
It’s not about the kid.
It’s about me!
I hope that you’re laughing….
Are you?
I want to be The Fixer. I want to meddle—point out the unwise choice of parking his (our) truck in a public park for a week. Okay—I confess, I did that. But that’s where I drew the line!
Everything else I’ve dared to say has been in support of flipping his perspective on this adventure.
You have always wanted to do this!
Don’t you remember standing for hours trying to lure a bass off her bed on Table Rock’s rocky shore?
You’ll be in a boat this time!
You don’t have control because you’re not driving?
That means if the car breaks down you’re a helper—not solely responsible.
Not your boat?
You can focus on your tackle and strategy.Your whole life has prepared you for this moment!!
And mine has prepared me. :)
Letting go is a practice?
Thanks for listening….you’ve all helped me grow into a perspective flipper.
What’s the possibility that this is?