I’m not in the habit of meeting men for lunch who are not my husband.
Especially a table full of them. Mercy.
But I knew opportunities like this didn’t come along every day.
Plus, they were really cute.
Now before you start thinking, “Melinda, maybe you’re taking this whole ‘confessions’ thing a bit too far,” let me explain.
My son Micah had forgotten his lunch. Knee-deep in laundry, deadlines and other deadly serious tasks, I intended to put it in his hot little hands and hot foot it out the door.
And I almost made it.
Just as I was walking away, Micah shouted: “Mom, wait!”
“They want to know if you’ll eat lunch with us,” he said giggling, pointing to a group of boys wearing goofy grins.
My mind called up my lengthy undone to-do list.
I quickly added “Eat Lunch with Adorable Nine-Year-Old Boys” to the top of it.
One of the boys ran and brought me a chair and I was soon caught up talking baseball, Halloween costumes and favorite lunch items. (The winner? Wacky Fortunes Rollups, hands down.)
It was the best 30 minutes of my entire week.
I’ve found that some of my sweetest, most memorable parenting moments are the ones I haven’t planned – the detours I’ve been wise enough to take in the midst of life’s busyness.
A friend of mine calls it “being interruptible.” Task-oriented, perfectionist types like me loathe interruptions. Checking off the items on my to-do list is a sacred ritual that makes me downright giddy.
But what if the most important thing “to do” is not on my agenda?
Sometimes you have to just stop and smell the rollups.