One of the best moments of my day is when I pick my seven year-old up from school. Azul is always excited to see me and the feeling is mutual. Yesterday, when he found me in the sea of parents waiting outside his first grade classroom, I was greeted with a smile and a hug. We walked hand in hand off campus, and while we were talking about our day’s independent adventures, a little girl’s voice overtook the conversation with a loud, “Bye Azuuuul!”
I smiled and looked down at my little friend and then of course took the time to make fun of the fact that a girl was talking to him. He is at the age where this, meaning girls, is a sensitive subject, so of course, I said, “oooooooh.”
I received a growl and a wrinkled nose as a response and then he said, “Want to run for it?”
“You want to run?” I asked, I was intrigued by his reaction.
Then he began to sing the Indiana Jones theme song and started to pull me along.
“Da da da dum
da da dum …”
All of a sudden I was ready to follow his lead! I have never had the opportunity to run to a theme song before and it was awesome. We ran while holding hands, fleeing the sinister sound of a seven year-old siren, and my little Odysseus continued to sing as I aided him in his escape.
“Da da dum dum
da da dum dum dum …”
We made it to the car unscathed, and if you are ever in a situation where you need to outrun a rolling bolder or a schoolyard crush, I highly recommend singing the Indiana Jones Theme Song.
Seven year-old not required.
One of the worst sounds you can hear as a parent is your child banging into something and hurting themselves. And it happens to everyone—all the time! Azul is just as active as any five year-old, running and jumping and falling. One night he was running around in the living room and tripped on, what I would imagine was a random Lego piece or masterpiece, I’m not sure which, and fell right into his easel. As soon as I heard his arm crush against the frame, my immediate reaction was to run to him to help, and so I did. When I got there, which took seconds, he was crying and holding on to his arm. He looked at me and yelled, “Don’t just stand there! Get me some ice!” Oh my! I thought as I did as I was told. Well, at least he didn’t add “Woman!” at the end.