Life is a convergence of things, both large and small.
Last week I ran into the library. In my usual fashion, I
buzzed in to return a few things. While there, and within five minutes, I chose
four more books. One for me, and one each for my three children.
Sometimes I hit a homerun with my fast grabs, and sometimes
I don’t. But I figure, they’re from the library, and who cares if I mis-choose?
I’ll just return the rejects and try again.
Often these days when I introduce something (anything?) to
my son, who is now thirteen, I am met with either straight out rejection, or at
least cynicism. This time, I merely placed the book in his room. I let him know
it was there (about five or six times), before he asked on Monday, “Mom,
where’s that book?” in what I fathom to be a moment of desperation.
We spend a lot of time in the car travelling to and from
after-school activities. Nothing is close by. It takes us forty minutes to get
to and from swim practice five times a week. So my kids have learned to dive
into books. We all do.
Recently during a different “fast grab” library hit-and-run, I picked up “Born to Run” on tape by Christopher McDougall.
In what may just be the longest running slump in my lifetime, I found great
pleasure in listening to this book during my week of multiple pool runs. A few
days into it, my daughter asked, “Are you ready to listen?”
I was thrilled she seemed to be getting something out of the
book as well. Even the other kids in the car who catch a lift with me asked
about the book after I finished it. Hmmmm…. This might be a new trend….
By the way, books on tape to which I haven’t previously read
come with pitfalls. Warning — to all would-be listeners, there are some patchy
language/theme spots.
“EARMUFFS!” I
yelled whenever we hit a rough patch.
So on Tuesday, just a day after my son “discovered” the
book I chose for him, I looked down at his place marker and realized he was almost to the end.
We were once again about to leave for swim team.
I asked, “How late were you up reading last night?”
“I dunno, maybe two…”
“Two am?!&(*&(&^. Great son.” This I said as we
walked into practice, where, after a full day of school and after-school
activities, he was about to lay down a time for the 800 free to qualify for
champs.
But secretly, I was thrilled that he obviously enjoyed
something I introduced to him. It doesn’t always happen. I’ll take the small
victories.
Today, I picked up the book in anticipation of returning it and instead began reading. I can’t put
it down, either.
“The Warriors Heart,” by Eric Greitens is a great read. Written with
young people in mind, it is an adaptation of Greitens’ work, “The Heart and the Fist.”
Coincidentally, Monday was Veterans Day. I read a lot of expressions of the day. But wasn't sure how to express my own thoughts. Now I do.
Greitens, a former Navy SEAL, founded an organization called The Mission Continues. It is an organization,
which utilizes the strength and courage of retired veterans in service projects
around the United States for people in need.
Greitens’ non-profit organization helps bridge the
misconception many Americans have about our service veterans, while initiating
and funding continued service closer to home. Check it out.
Check out his book, too.
http://missioncontinues.org
http://missioncontinues.org
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