Monday, January 12, 2015

Knocking on My Heart

The following appears in the January edition of Chicago Parent

As a confirmed neighborhood grouch, I am baffled at how many children continue to knock on my door looking for one of the boys. I do not dole out treats, fluids of any kind, or even Band-Aids. The word went out a long time ago that if you are hungry, thirsty, or bleeding, just pray that Mr. Walsh is home instead of the scary shrew who requires kids to drink water from the hose out back.

Despite my reputation as The Evil Queen, kids still appear. Typically, visitors fall into one of two categories:

(A) Boys who panic and run when I answer the door; or

(B) Boys who seem unimpressed with my penchant for profanity and whose body language suggests: “That’s all you got, lady?”

I tend to prefer the lads from Group B. I also tend to prefer their parents. Flying in the face of my affirmed grumpiness, a few kids have actually worked themselves into my cold dead heart. One such exception appeared on the doorstep a while back, and I nearly missed him given his slight stature. When my gaze finally turned downward, this brazen moppet of big eyes and fuzzy hair had only one question:

“WHADJA DO WITH JACK?”

Taken aback, I answered the only way I thought was appropriate given the circumstances:

“I locked Jack in the basement next to the furnace. He wouldn’t practice his piano. And he got a B on his math test.”

The kid half-smiled, assessed his worthy new opponent, and decided to volley it right back:

“So, can I go down and uncuff him?”

“Be careful,” I grinned deviously, “the basement is where we hide all the bodies.”

Without missing a beat, without so much as a blink, this tiny little six-year-old leaned in with a twinkle in his eye and asked in hushed whisper:

“Just so I know…how many bodies we talking?”

I nearly peed myself. I often forget the individual nature of children who arrive at my house, and tend to view them all as interchangeable members of the eating and wrecking division of Beverly. Moms with teenagers tell me to hold on and wait. They insist that one day, the tide will turn and I will thoroughly adore these young people with my whole heart. They say that each time I yell and laugh and remind them not to go near white vans with tinted windows, I am actually earning credits towards a future where I get to enjoy and marvel at the amazing adults they become.

It was this idea that had me scoffing last week as I struggled to haul in groceries from my minivan. Suddenly, one of my ten-year-old’s friends appeared behind me and asked earnestly:

“Do you need some help with those, Mrs. Walsh?”

As the boy carried in heavy bags and bottles, the idea that I could love and appreciate children who grow up alongside my own suddenly didn’t feel so far-fetched after all.

It felt like maybe we were already there.

10 comments:

  1. There is a constant stream of teenagers walking through my house and it has done nothing but give me immense faith in the next generation.
    Sidenote: remind me to stay out of your basement.

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  2. I am so so in love with our new town for this reason. Sure there were some friendly faces in our old town and yes some these boys may very well be the modern day Eddie Haskell but they know me and they don't run when they see me, they simply give my crap right back to me and I'd take them in and help them in anyway they needed any day cuz they have firmly planted themselves in my heart already.

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  3. I LOVE this one!!!!! Maybe my son's COLLEGE friends will come visit and help with the groceries, as that resource has not been found yet locally!

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    1. Send 'em to Beverly for an education!

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  4. If the basement gets too crowded, we can still fit a few bodies in here. My daughter and her friends are good at digging thru the concrete!

    And I always thought kids were only good with a side of broccoli with cheese sauce. Who knew?

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  5. Careful....before you know it they'll be calling you Mrs. Robinson....

    -andi

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