My son recently decided that he wanted to run for student body president which is not normally a problem. But when I asked him what the timeline was to accomplish the campaign of all campaigns, the conversation went something like this…
My son - “Hey, Mom, will you sign these release forms for me?”
Me - “What are they for?”
My son - “I’m running for SBO President for next year.”
Me - “Can you handle that with everything you are already involved in?”
My son - “Oooooh, sure! It just takes good time management and refusing to procrastinate. By the way, I need eight posters, twenty handouts, a speech and a twelve foot banner. I figured that since you were so good at stuff like this, it’d be no problem for you to help me out.”
Me - My eyes go wide as I looked at my to do list that I was already ten days behind on. “And when do you need all of these items by?”
My son - “Monday morning at 6am.”
Me - “I was afraid of that….”
And so I got to work designing the campaign of a lifetime. I was so into creating a dynamic crusade, that I forgot one very important element – the assistance of my son.
My buttons were witty! My banner kicked booty! My posters were polished and snazzy and the speech, well let’s just say Obama’s wit and magnetism would’ve suffered in comparison had he been speaking opposite me.
My son – “Uh,….mom?”
Me – “What, I’m in the middle of writing my speech!”
My son – “Don’t you mean my speech???”
Me – “Wha…? Oh yeah. That’s what I mean. But I've got to get it done so I can,…I mean we can practice, practice, practice! I want it to go off without a hitch!”
He then got a little scared at the glint in my eye. The thoughts of ruling the school through one of my offspring was obviously going to my head.
My son – “Are you doing this for me or to make up for the year you didn’t make the drill team?”
Me – “You know about that?”
My son - “Mom, everyone knows about that. You still scream about the injustices of it in your sleep.”
Me – “Oh. But this could be my, I mean our chance! We just need the right opportunity! I know we’re wired for success, honey! Think of what we could do and the records we could break!!!!”
That is when the wisdom of youth put things back into perspective for me and helped me plod on with my vision and a dream.
“Mom,” he said looking deep into my bloodshot eyes and gave me today’s ‘Life Saver’,
“Be careful, all power corrupts.” He then popped my last bit of beef jerky into his mouth, took my last swig of Crystal Light and then slapped me on the back while grinning that most captivating grin, “But we need the electricity. Glad you have the energy. Hopefully I can wave to you from the winner’s stand. I love you 'watts'!”
Isn’t it fun living vicariously through our children?