We've been watching - with the kids, especially the 6-almost 7- years old one, The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. So now it's daily that I hear "the age of Men is over, the age of Orcs is beginning" or something similar. But another phrase in Lord of the Rings that I prefer is: "there is still hope".
Really not related to LOTR, I was remembering yesterday something that made me think there is still hope.
Some context around it, first. I love my kids and think they are the best. All the other kids are weird - or not as great, of course.
I especially have a hard time accepting that kids can be mean for no apparent reason. And I don't know a cure, so I have no suggestion, I am just complaining in a totally non constructive way.
I don't like others' kids when they whine, cry, shout and are being mean just for the fun of it. Mine can do those things, but they are mine, you know what I mean?
So this means that I especially don't get teenagers - boys and girls, but for different reasons. Anyway... It happens that I see teenagers and pray that my boys will never be LIKE THIS :-) That they won't wear weird clothes, behave as if no one else existed, be loud and inconsiderate... yup, I am an old bitchy lady, apparently.
Now back to hope. One of the afternoons I spent with my kids I brought them to a fast food with a play area. I let them play, argued with them it's time to leave after two hours, etc. Once in the car, about half way home, I realize that the favorite stuffed animal of my youngest one is missing. He lost it in the play area, of course. So after bitching about it, I make a U-turn where I am not supposed to and go back to the fast food restaurant. The so-called stuffed animal is not really stuffed, and it is in a very bad shape, because it has been very loved by my son. So it's an ugly and smelly thing, I was pretty sure no one would take it.
Once we arrived at the fast food, we went straight up to the play area, and we explained the situation to the staff and to the kids there. One of the staff actually went through all the slides, balls pools and games to look for it.
What gave me THE hope I keep mentioning since the beginning is that all the kids did the same, shouting "Diiiidiiiiiii" (the name of the beast is Didi), as if the monster could answer. It became a treasure hunt adventure and all joined in. This made me forget the annoyance of doing the U-turn, losing time and my post-fries crankiness.
Everybody was trying to help my kid retrieve something important to him. There was no question asked, it just seemed obvious this is what they needed to do.
There is still hope.
