Brighter Than the Sun
Oh, we could be the stars, falling from the sky
Shining how we want, brighter than the sun.
~ Colbie Callait
The summer solstice in the Northern Hemisphere hustles in the longest day of the year, a dynamic Super Moon, and in our household, a 13-year-old boy.
Geez, his Nana and I are not as young as we used to be. Duh. But, even though Six Flags Over Texas in 97-degree heat nearly did us in, we persevered. Plus, an outlay of three nearly four large bills is a terrific motivator.
Have you experienced a major amusement park in the last say, 30 or 40 years? I hadn’t. Thank God for the invention of Flash Passes that give you an automatic spot at the fronts of packed ride lines.
It didn’t take long for my mind to quit playing the “no cuts in line” tune. We earned it, by God.
I rode three rides and was perfectly content to be the holder of the stuff while Oury and my sweetie rode the bad-ass roller coasters. I admire their fearless fortitude even while I questioned their sanity.
Never too old to be a kid again
Our exhausting day ended with a pizza delivery, the movie Hotel for Dogs and a few episodes of Dog With a Blog. We rarely eat pizza, had meant to see the movie when it was in theaters and knew nothing of the show on the Disney channel. We had a blast.
Sunday morning found us treated to breakfast cooked by Master Chef Oury (yummy homemade biscuits) and a deep contemplation of activities for the rest of his stay.
Even though my body is in achy-muscle, want-to-take-a-nap mode, my kid-meter is ready for more fun. The love between Oury and his grandmother is immense and watching it pass between them is worth a universe worth of stifled moans.
Brighter than the sun
On the drive to fetch Oury, we passed numerous fields of sunflowers arranged in yellow-orange sunbursts. We stopped to snap a couple of photos as Colbie Caillat’s Brighter Than the Sun played in the car. The synchronistic timing was a good omen for our days of summer fun with the kid.
At some point I became aware that we were playing dual roles. We played in the young teenage world again even as we remained adults modeling good behavior for him. We had just arrived at Six Flags when I discovered I left my sunglasses on the table where we had breakfast–about eight miles away.
Instead of getting angry and beating myself up for a “stupid” mistake (the old version of me), my sweetie and I rationally devised a plan for them to go on into the park while I retrieved the sunglasses. As I drove back to the restaurant I had a real moment of gratitude for the way we showed Oury how to problem-solve a situation with no curse words, no accusations and no meanness.
Sounds like a small incident, I know, but those tiny moments of healthy reactions are brighter than the sun. It was only as I replayed the scene in my head while driving, that my mind’s eye saw Oury standing off to the side watching and waiting to see what would happen. Score one for us.