Somehow the Hurricane has recently realized that this is the way of the world today. Magically and overnight, he’s become hip to the fact that he was born into a culture of instant gratification. When he wants the remote, the camera, the keys, the Blackberry, the coffee, the bleach, the knife, the fire, the whatever we have that we won’t let him have, he’s started to flail his body about in spectacular mini-fits. Laughable tantrums. One-year-old drama.
Because the boy’s very good at wanting what he wants. But thankfully, he hasn’t even begun to realize how oh so very much there is out there to want.
For instance, he doesn’t know there is a $30 billion industry called the toy industry. His favorite things to play with: water bottles.
He also doesn’t know that there’s something in this world called candy.
Apples. I forgot. And when I really think about it, I can’t even begin to imagine what all he can’t imagine exists. I can’t mainly because I forget. I forget how many fantastic things there are all around us. Things like water hoses. Trains. Traffic lights. Signs. Birds. Leaves. Rain. The cabinets in his room…fantastic! The rocks in our driveway…so cool! The refrigerator in the kitchen…pretty much the most amazing thing ever! And this is what he reminds me everyday. He reminds me of the wonder all around us and the beauty of delayed gratification. So much to discover. It’s wonder parceled out in bits. Complete treats. To enjoy. To savor. To live. At our own pace. So we can really appreciate it.
So now I want to spread things out too. All the experiences. I now almost see them as purposeful delays. I try to look at things not as “oh I wish I could do…” but “how fun will it be when I…”
I now love looking forward to visiting places I’ve never been. I’ve never been to Italy. Or Africa. Or even Seattle. I never swam with a dolphin. Sent a message in a bottle. Written/finished a novel. Showered in a waterfall. Skied a double black diamond run. And the long list goes on. I keep thinking of things I’m looking forward to.
And I keep thinking of things I’m looking forward to seeing the Hurricane do. Like discover snow. Or lightening bugs. Or New York. Or peanut butter. Good God, peanut butter!
Because waiting to see him experience the next thing is like having a new, incredible cookie to look forward to eating everyday. Figuratively speaking of course, since he’s never had one of those either.
What are you delaying? And what are you looking forward to the gratification of experiencing?
Me? I’m joining the Hurricane in gorging on apples for the next week and a half or so. No fatty, sugary, excessive carby treats for me. No sir. Apples will do me just fine. And I’ll delay any kind of sugary gratification as long as I can. At least until after the parade. When the pies come out.