My son's car broke down tonight. It would not move. It sits on the edge of the driveway as I write this. I'll worry about getting it towed tomorrow.
I planned to stay home and watch the men's finals for the US Open in the tennis world, but those plans went by the wayside. Instead, I hopped in my car and went with my son and his friend for an hour and a half ride back to their school. Then I drove back. Years ago, that kind of a disruption would have been a challenge for me, not in terms of my external actions, but in terms of my internal reactions. I am much more calm about it all these days. In fact, I am not only calm, but I am having fun while I let go of what I thought I was going to be doing and instead, embrace what the situation at hand.
I love letting my son drive my car, as long as he agrees not to go too fast. [I make him sign a contract. ;-) ] It's unexpected payback for those times I brought him to soccer practice or home from school. God is good. I get a personal chauffeur for a span of time.
I love listening to him and his friend talk about networking with classmates and starting internships and going to concerts and finding tow truck services. I love stopping at Subway and eating subs with them, chatting about things like the relative quality of Quiznos and D'Angelo's subs and the effectiveness of owning a credit card if you have cash flow problems.
I have always enjoyed these "little" things with them. There is something organic, something spiritual, something real and vibrant in those moments. I like going to their graduations, but I love playing badminton in the back yard or having dinner with them. I love them.
P.S. There was a rain delay at the US Open, so I get to watch the men's final after all. :-)
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