Like most parents, I often find myself helping my kids with their homework. However, the form of help Griffin needed a few weeks ago was a bit different than usual. He needed to interview a parent.
“Great! This will be easy.” I thought. I LOVE to tell stories.
However, my initial reaction of how easy this was going to be quickly faded.
He needed for me to recall a time in which someone helped me.
No problem (or so I thought). I told him about when I purchased my first truck. My parents had assisted me with this process. I then turned to see Griffin’s face. It was then that I realized that a ten-year old boy is not easily impressed.
Because he didn’t like that answer, I recalled when I got my first job and the people that were instrumental in helping me obtain that. While, Griffin, held a pencil, it had yet to move. This answer was obviously unacceptable as well.
“Has anyone ever helped you carry your groceries maybe?”
It was apparent in that moment, that my son thought I was the lamest person ever. I obviously needed to step up my game. After thinking for a brief period, a scene from my childhood entered my mind. I was about Griffin’s age when this next memory took place.
Just like him, I too, was on a swim team. On one particular weekend, our team was hosting a meet. Although I was sick, I still had to go because my parents both had jobs to do (at the meet), and my brothers were swimming. I found myself sitting on a lounge chair by the poolside. At some point, I went to sleep with a cough drop in my mouth. And then I woke up. Unable to breathe! Apparently the cough drop had lodged into my trachea (windpipe). Thankfully my Aunt Donna was right beside me, and she promptly performed the Heimlich maneuver on me.
Now Griffin was sitting on the edge of his seat. “Then what happened?”
“Well, the cough drop went flying onto the pool deck.”
“Really! Is this true?”
“Of course it’s true. Ask Donna.”
And while this is completely true, it was also approximately 25 years ago. The minor details may be flawed. I, however, can still tell you what pool that happened at, and where the cough drop landed.
I can also tell you my first truck or job are obviously unimpressive to my ten-year old. What could have been my near death experience, however? Finally made the pencil move on his paper. And thankfully, I didn’t have to recall another thing!
Only At My House,