I took one of those FB quizzes. "What's your native American name?" My results were "Strong Heart". As I was reading the description my son, Alex, walked by, took a look and snickered. "That's wrong," he laughed. "Your name should be Bird of Useless Knowledge."
I thought about this. Yep. He's right. That's probably what I should call my blog, too. For as long as they can remember, my children have been bombarded with mother's little witticisms and pieces of knowledge. As Charlene from Designing Women said, "I thirst for knowledge--it's a sickness!" Car trips were notorious times for me to impart words of wisdom that I had most likely learned from Animal Planet or the Discovery Channel or from some obscure reading. I tried my best to entice my children to look out the windows rather than at the gameboy screen. No luck. It wasn't till last month while visiting my married daughter that my rantings finally paid off.
On the post where my son-in-law is stationed, a breed of wild African antelope roam. Nature lover that I am, (and B.O.U.K.), I was determined to see one before coming home. Alex, Mallory and I drove along, looking for a glimpse. Of course I was giving a running commentary--"Jack rabbit. Another one. Another one." Again trying to convince the kids that seeing nature is fun. Mallory actually joined in, even spotting a snake curled up along the edge of the road. She said, "You know, mom, I really DID pay attention sometimes to your tour guide spiel." Alex just moaned and rolled his eyes. We never did spot the elusive antelope. And Alex refused to search again the following evening. He's just no fun.
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My parents were similar. We took trips that were supposed to "stimulate" our little minds. We went to New Mexico to learn about the traditions of the people there. We went to Yellowstone to learn about plate tectonics. We went to FL to learn about marine biology. We went to Niagra Falls to learn about passports and green cards. And France to leave that the French are very rude and cant drive.
ReplyDeleteMy parents still do it. But even worse, I've managed to marry a man that finds the weirdest things just too exciting. Like the geodes on our back yard. Every freaking time it rains we have to go look for the "big one". It's a rock, chill! But alas, they are cool (or so I'm told) and we are very "lucky" that we have this formation at our disposal. And in text, I would be hard pressed to know if that was my father or my husband's quote as they are both super nerdy.
Wanna come hunt for geodes, B.O.U.K.? Bring Alex. We can stand around and make snarky comments together!