Burgers and smiles will do
I was so excited my four-year-old son was learning about Martin Luther King, Jr. a couple of weeks ago that I didn’t even think about exploring what he’d learned about “respect.”
Tonight, a little more than seven months pregnant and way more than a little achy, I opted for a rare treat: drive-through. I’ve been really good about cooking almost every single one of my own meals the last few months, so hey, why not get off my feet early for once?
After ordering, I pulled forward to the window. I handed my card to the young woman handling the register.
“I like her,” Li’l D reported as she raced away from the window to fill our order.
“Because she’s cute!”
Well, that’s a first, I thought.
“You should tell her,” he told me.
“You should tell her,” I suggested.
“No, you please tell her.”
“Well . . . okay.” This is just the kind of thing Mom would have done. For Mom!
“Be sure to speak loudly so she can hear!” he instructed.
When the cashier came back with my card and our food substitutes, I said, “My son wanted you to know he likes you and he thinks you’re cute.” She peered into the back seat and smiled at him as I continued, “He has never done anything like this before!”
“Thank you,” she told him.
“That’s respect!” he replied cheerfully.
As I pulled away, I briefly considered turning it into a teachable moment. I can be a little overzealous with my teachable moments, so this time I opted for tomorrow–or even next month–to dive into the real meaning of respect, and how it runs much deeper than outer cuteness.
Instead of sermonizing, I took my personal road less traveled, choosing instead to laugh and shake my head while thinking, We’re definitely going to have to work on that before you reach dating age.
But for now? Burgers and smiles will do!