Exercise 1 :: Being Gorgeous
I hung up the phone with big news from my husband.
“Hey, Bud, come here for a minute. I need to tell you something.”
My 11 year old yelled, “Coming,” and came running and sliding into the room, breathless from the 20 yard dash from his bedroom.
“Hey, I’ve got some bad news,” my voice quiet, tempered.
Eyes wide, deep breath. “What?”
“I just got off the phone with your dad. And, I’m afraid you’re broke.”
His face twisted, head tilted. He had money. Lots of money. He’d been saving for months.
And then, slowly, the realization washed over his face, worried muscles relaxing, a deep exhale, and a new, effervescent energy took over his body. Arms out, fists pumping, eyebrows reaching past his forehead. Something between a yell and a laughed escaped him, sharing his glee with neighbors far and wide. He jumped for joy, understanding that we had found it.
After months and months of searching, calling, hoping and wishing, his grandfather happened up on a delivery of brand new, highly coveted Playstations being delivered to Walmart. This was his Cabbage Patch Kid, his brand new car, his big check surprise on a TV talk show. It was here. He had a PS5 of his very own. Finally.
We picked up his new treasure yesterday afternoon, and I haven’t seen him since.