In the late summer, the kids and I went to a local wine and cheese store. I wanted to pick up a nice bottle of wine and gourmet cheese for my mom’s birthday. We parked, and headed inside.
There is an ice cream shop down the street and the kids asked if we could go afterwards. It was a warm, calm and slightly overcast day. Perfect for sitting outside.
“Sure, I said, let’s get these things for Grandma, and we’ll walk down there.”
They practically skipped into the wine and cheese store with that news, and I started my search for my mom’s gift. It wasn’t long before Wil found nothing interesting and wandered off to the stairs and made his way to the basement. I quickly inquired if there was a door to the outside (that Wil could escape from). No, the owner said, don’t worry, the only door goes to the bathroom.
I allowed Wil that time downstairs, while the girls and I tasted cheeses. We tried varied thin slices of many exotic and sharp flavors. We had fun, relaxed-mother daughter time that is not always possible with their busy, younger brother around.
We agreed on a white sharp cheddar and raspberry for Grandma that packed a strong bite followed by a touch of sweetness. As we waited in line to check-out, Wil had made it back upstairs and wandered over to the coffee grounds. Katherine saw a mess in the making, so without a word, she walked over, took his hands in hers, and started spinning him in circles. Gentle and slow, mindful of the fragile merchandise around them, the two of them singing and laughing.
The potential mess gleefully averted, we walked out, purchases in two pretty black bags, and made our way down the street for some ice cream. Everyone was in great spirits (who isn’t when there is ice cream ahead?) The street was busy, so I had one hand on Wil, as he can take off at a moment’s notice. I needn’t have worried, he stayed happily beside his sisters without a glance at the street.
When we approached the ice cream shop, there was a face painter set up just outside of it. After we went inside and bought our ice cream, we found a table just adjacent to the artist and watched passerby’s stop to get their faces painted. One boy chose an eerie white skull, 2 girls selected blue and pink glitter-covered butterflies, and one mother decided on a graceful swan princess.
As the line to the artist diminished, I looked over to the twins and asked if they wanted to go next. They laughed and shook their heads. Apparently, at the ripe age of 10, they were just too grown up for such silliness.
Wil jumped to attention. “Me, me, me!” he said raising his hand. He walked up to the face painting chart and chose a green and orange ninja turtle.
I walked over to the stool with him, and he climbed up on that tall stool on his own, and turned himself around and sat down. The artist asked him to close his eyes. He squinted them real tight, just like kids do when you tell them to pretend to sleep, and peeked with one eye.
The girls and I watched the artist as she went to work, smiling at her squinting subject. When his orange and green ninja turtle mask was completed, the artist held up a mirror for his observation. A look of satisfaction spread across his face, and he hopped down off of the stool to finish his vanilla shake.
Soon afterwards, we all piled into the car, and Wil asked me to adjust my rearview mirror so he could take in his reflection from the back seat. He repeatedly rotated his head this way and that, eyes straight and steady in the mirror taking in every angle of his ninja likeness the entire drive home.
Peeking up at Wil observe himself in the mirror, I marveled how Wil so naturally slows things down, just enough, so that I will never look at a typical day as typical again. There are so many adjustments to our family’s regular day to day that I can never move too fast to miss the many varied perspectives on even the simplest of moments.
And, isn’t that how we learn to be Ninja Turtle Warriors? By slowing down, just enough to look at a moment in all of its varied angles, so when things start to get messy, we are not stumped, rather, are able to jump in, grab that moment gently by the hands, and spin and sing our way through it, until the moment has passed, and we find ourselves in a new direction, run-skipping our way to the ice cream store.
Yep, I’m absolutely sure that’s what true, real life Ninja Turtle Warriors do.