Empty Nest part 2Posted: November 4, 2012
I brought my son a grocery cart. I had two and found them extremely useful for carrying heavy groceries home on foot. Besides, you know how when you think of China you immediately think of hundreds of thousands of people on bicycles? I do, anyway. Well here in Germany lots of people have the little shopping trolleys. It’s what’s done.
The boy was dubious. Touching the handle of the little navy blue plaid contraption threatened his masculinity. In the end though he gave in, took one for the team and used it for his old mom’s sake. Did I mention he was a good boy?
Anyway, the plan was that I’d come over and fix biscuits and gravy for breakfast. That was the intention. The reality was that he had nothing to cook with and by the time we’d shopped it was well past lunch, the smart little cart had lost a wheel, burst two seams and he was carrying it upright across his chest the last two blocks home, all the while cracking jokes about how incredibly helpful it was and what a wonderful idea I’d had. I spent this time bent double and cross-legged in the street laughing until I hurt and praying I wouldn’t pee myself. Sarcasm, you’re doin’ it right.
Finally we got everything home and were both loopy from laughing and low blood sugar. I set about cooking and about 30 minutes later handed him a huge plate of country potato wedges and two big cheeseburgers with the works. As I approached him with the plate his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning and he choked out breathlessly, “OH… it’s BEAUTIFUL!”
I swear, that look and that compliment was one of the best things that has happened to me in a long, long time. I’m going to remember this good day forever.