This morning I was on a treadmill. I looked down to see how far I had run and I was certain there was a mistake. My legs felt like they had sprinted to Canada and at least halfway back. The treadmill read “2 miles.” This means one thing. Next time I run, I’m picking a different treadmill because that one obviously cannot count correctly. Anyway, right about the time I checked my mileage, I got a text from my middle schooler. She was not feeling well and this meant my plans for the day were about to take a detour. Surprise for me!
As I gladly ended my non-marathon workout early, I headed off to the school to grab my girl. Once under the loving care of her mother, I did what all modern-day Florence Nightingale caretakers would do. I told her we had to run a few errands before I could get her home and medicated. Nothing like buckling in for a ride around town when your head is pounding! Off we went to wait in line at the drive thru pharmacy.
Side note: Why is it that I will wait 45 minutes behind three cars in a pharmacy drive thru line? I could just as easily park my car, walk into the store, head to the front of the line (because as I’m waiting all the minutes in the car, I can see there is no line inside), get what I need and be out of there in 3 minutes. But no, there is some mystical power that tells me to stay in the most inefficient car line ever. However, if you do go inside, you miss the opportunity to use the magical time capsule launcher. It exists in the far drive up lane and is your ticket to exchanging items with the store employee. You push that button and it makes a noise like the capsule is going into space, but lands in the pharmacists hands in 3 seconds. I swear the Flintstones would have loved that thing.
So while we were waiting, my daughter decided to pull out her lunch so she could refuel during our car wait-a-thon. And then we started a brief conversation:
Hailey: Mom, have I told you about the lunchtime game my friends and I play called “What’s For Lunch?”
Me: Noooo. Fill me in!
Hailey: Ok, so everyday, we sit down and I say, “hey guys, who wants to guess what’s in my lunch??!!!!!” And then we all try to guess.
Me: Do they normally get it right?
Hailey: Sometimes. Some of us bring the same thing every day. Some of us mix it up. We always laugh about it. I love opening up my lunch to try to guess what’s in it.
Me: Wait. You get excited about your lunch?
Hailey: OH YES! Like on the days when you pack it, I try not to ask or look at what you put in there because then I have a SURPRISE to look forward to halfway through the day!!! Like yesterday, I opened up the thermos container and it was ravioli and I was all “RAVIOLIIIII!!! YESSSSSSS!!!!”
And there you have it. My firstborn has made it to her 8th year of schooling before I learned this little nugget of information about her. Does the unveiling of her lunch make or break her day? No. Is her day ruined on the days where she packs her own food? Nope.
However, it was nice to learn a small and tangible way I can provide a lift to her day. And it got me to thinking about other people in my life. Are there more doses of happy I could be throwing out to my friends and family? Maybe a few simple ways I could help add a “YESSSS” to their day too? I bet so and I’m on a mission to uncover them. As for Hailey, she’s got more secret lunch surprises coming her way.