At every whistle stop from Wimbledon to Waterloo Station, a Posh English voice recording said, “Mind the Gap.” Lynn Fowler and I did our best to mimic the voice, but we sounded like demented American tourists. Also, we were shunned by the London commuters as we watched our step off the train. “Brilliant.”
These past few weeks back home, Judy and I have been entertaining the troops, our homies , our third generation, Sam, Griffin, and Maisy. It’s like “mining for gold,” we just watch our steps, and “mind the gap”
There was an unbridgeable gap with my father, as I stepped into the 1980’s. Thank goodness, there was no Waterloo. Judy and I watched our steps, “mind the gap,” and have three great sons….each a different gemstone.
On Monday, I trekked to D.C. and helped Tom move back home. He starts UK grad school in two weeks. On Friday, Judy drove to Norfolk, with Melanie to help with the return road trip. Judy sat in the middle row with Maisy. She fed treats to the boys, caged in the back row.
Actually, she played defensive soccer for 12 hours. Griffin repeatedly kicked her seat like a soccer ball while saying “not working” referring to the DVD player, or headphones, or etc. Judy watched her step, fended off shots on goal and never let the explitives fly.
Once the kids were home, however, she and Melanie drank a gin and tonic. As Judy said, “Years from now, they will not remember what I said on this trip but how I made them feel.” Pure grandma gold, live and not prerecorded.
It’s life’s interruptions, that challenge us the most. Those recurring gaps set the stage, or in some cases, the Waterloo train station.
Bill and Melanie are well connected to their “diamonds in the rough.” Its their turn to step off the train and “mind” the where and the when of upcoming generation “gaps”. Ready or not here they grow.
As “Pop”, I treasure those unpolished gems, as long as they retreat back to their parents before the arsenic hour.
So it goes.