Meredith, the brave
Heather was here this past week and reminded me of a story I told her about the kids this past winter. I had sent her the story in a text message and she found the old text and sent it back. So here it is!
The middle of the cold, dark winter, 2018:
Last night, Luke couldn’t find his backpack and Ben couldn’t find his lunch bag. They thought they left them in the van and I told them they had to go out and find their bags or they would just have to take hot lunch tomorrow (this is like a death sentence for Luke, and sometimes for Ben, too, depending on the lunch menu). Ben immediately puts on his winter gear and heads out into the pitch black, cold night. He gets about five steps, turns around and comes back in, saying he’s too scared. Luke negotiates hard for 10 minutes for me to go out to the van for him, but I won’t budge. So he runs out to the van in a T-shirt, takes one quick look, turns around and runs back in and says that there was nothing out there. So then, Little Miss Meredith, who has no interest or stake in finding these bags, puts on her boots, her coat, her gloves, her hat (without saying a word), stomps up to the kitchen and opens the drawer with the flashlights, grabs one, and heads outside by herself into the cold, dark night. A minute later we see her walking in with Ben’s lunch bag. She says “here you go Ben” and takes off her winter gear. I died. And Luke’s backpack was in the closet the whole time. She’s so tough!
The middle of the cold, dark winter, 2018:
Last night, Luke couldn’t find his backpack and Ben couldn’t find his lunch bag. They thought they left them in the van and I told them they had to go out and find their bags or they would just have to take hot lunch tomorrow (this is like a death sentence for Luke, and sometimes for Ben, too, depending on the lunch menu). Ben immediately puts on his winter gear and heads out into the pitch black, cold night. He gets about five steps, turns around and comes back in, saying he’s too scared. Luke negotiates hard for 10 minutes for me to go out to the van for him, but I won’t budge. So he runs out to the van in a T-shirt, takes one quick look, turns around and runs back in and says that there was nothing out there. So then, Little Miss Meredith, who has no interest or stake in finding these bags, puts on her boots, her coat, her gloves, her hat (without saying a word), stomps up to the kitchen and opens the drawer with the flashlights, grabs one, and heads outside by herself into the cold, dark night. A minute later we see her walking in with Ben’s lunch bag. She says “here you go Ben” and takes off her winter gear. I died. And Luke’s backpack was in the closet the whole time. She’s so tough!
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