Shop Like a BoyPosted: April 6, 2012
Two aisles intersect at the grocery store. Carriages stop. A little boy dances to an imagined rhythm on large checkered tiles. His own personal dance floor. Feet sliding. Head shaking. Arms waving.
His mother says, “Sorry, he’s my wild child.”
A man passes.
“Second child syndrome,” she offers.
The older boy half hidden behind the carriage offers a shy, “Hello,” as the man passes. More like his mother than his little brother. Maybe he wishes he could be so free.
Across the store another little boy hangs from the handles of his mother’s carriage. The knees of his running pants sliding along the tile until his body catches up and hangs straight. Then he runs on his knees to keep pace with the steady pull his mother gives on the front of the cart.
He comes to the checkout, seeing every brightly colored package of candy. His busy eyes finding one thing then another. Then he walks around the carriage and finds a display of balloons. Busy. Seeing. Exploring.
When shopping is done a third boy bounces a ball atop a grassy hill. It bounds away down a brightly striped slope and he gives chase as fast as his little legs will carry him. The ball hits a tree, changes direction, and heads uphill.
The boy can’t stop. He overshoots. Turns around. And catches up to the ball as it comes to rest. He dives on top of it, relishing the sheer joy of recapturing his toy. You can feel his excitement from one hundred yards away.
As you go through your day, try to cut through the clutter of shopping lists, deadlines, and holiday obligations. It’s Friday. Shop, work, live like a little boy today.