It started with a whine, as it often does, on a hot day in the car on the way to Kibbutz Gezer:
“Moooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, he’s LOOKING at me.”
“No I’m not! I’m looking at the booger on your nose.”
“Moooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, do I have a booger on my nose?”
“No, you don’t, Sweet Girl, and Dude, it isn’t kind to tease your sister.”
“YOU have a booger on YOUR nose,” she countered.
“I DO NOT!”
Now, there are two kinds of mothers in this world:
One kind of mother who would turn around (with a patient smile), and dig deep to a place of understanding, compassion, and quiet strength. This kind of mother would help her children reach some sort of resolution half-way in the middle. This kind of mother helps her kids organize their toys in neat little boxes, bakes cookies from scratch, and does laundry before there’s ANOTHER pile of dirty clothes next to the hamper.
And then there’s the other mother who turns up the radio.
(Hi! I can’t hear youuuuuuuuuuuu!!!)
And then this song came on:
“I know everything will be OK…. I know everything will be awesome…”
It’s a great song – You gotta listen. Even if you don’t speak Hebrew (Hell, I only speak Hebrew when I’m really really angry, or after a shot or three of whiskey).
You’ll like it.
I like it.
“I know everything will be OK…… I know everything will be awesome aaahhhhhhhhhh”
And the song got bigger as it filled the car because my kids were singing, too.
“I know everything will be OK…. I know everything will be awesome. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
And I looked back, and they were holding hands.
“This, we can agree on. And we’ve decided we both have boogers.”