Banishing the Curmudgeon

Banishing the Curmudgeon

boy running

A small boy that lives down the street did something tonight that vats of lotion and vials of extra-potency vitamins haven’t been able to do. He banished a curmudgeon. One minute it was there, residing inside my body. The next…*POOF*…vanished!

Today had been a long day. It was only an eight hour work day, but I had to drive to three different stores to get those hours – on a day that hit 104°. At home I discovered that I’d forgotten to take anything out of the freezer for dinner and I simply didn’t feel like messing with anything in the kitchen anyway. So my better half (probably in the interest of their own safety!) offered to have something delivered.

That was a wonderful solution. Except, we’ve been having internet connection problems since a storm had rolled through north Texas a week ago. It’s almost been like the old dial-up days, when and if we were graced with being able to get a connection. After almost 30 minutes of in-and-out service, trying to see different restaurant menu options that we could have delivered, we finally decided that I’d just drive to Taco Bell a mile away and get it.

I finally left the house, at almost 8 p.m. and on top of being tired and cranky – now I was hungry, too.

I got in the car and saw that a slew of neighborhood children were riding bicycles up and down the street. In a pack from side to side. The youngest, who looked to be about five-years old, was quite a bit on the wobbly side.

Grumbling to myself, I backed out slowly and very carefully. By now the little hoodlums were about two houses down. They’re really not hoodlums. They’re all too young for that. It’s just that I was feeling old and crotchety at the moment. I’ve only just turned sixty a month ago, but I felt like I was the old codger at the end of the block, out in the front yard waving their cane at all the boisterous neighborhood children.

Down the street I drove, about ten miles per hour, if that. I drove exceptionally slowly so that if any of them fell, or decided to dash across in front of me, I’d be able to stop.

Yep. I was feeling old right. And, did I mention the cranky part?

All the children were on bicycles except one. One little barefoot boy, probably six or seven years old, took off running along the side of the street, as if he was racing me. At the slow pace I drove, he just about beat me. It was neck and neck. He raced along and I poked along (still worried about him making a sudden jog in front of me).

He sped along as fast as his little legs could go for about the length of two houses. Then suddenly he stopped, looked up, threw me the sweetest grin, and waved.

Poof. The elderly, cranky old lady who had been inhabiting my body vanished in an instant. A grin and a wave from a sweet, innocent child that I don’t even know removed about fifty years from my life and I was suddenly a carefree ten-year-old racing a friend down the street.

All those creams and lotions that tote their claims about removing years? All those extra-strength, high potency vitamins that promise youth and vitality? They’re all worthless. I discovered that none of them work as well as one young grin.

I’m looking forward to another race tomorrow. You can tell by the grin on my own face, even if it’s lined with a few more wrinkles than my young friend’s face is.


19 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Linda O'Connell
    Jul 18, 2018 @ 11:45:03

    Lovely sentiment and reminder for all of us to slow down.


  2. leannelc
    Jul 18, 2018 @ 12:21:58

    I loved your story Trisha – and I can relate to being the grumpy old lady at times. We have a spot where people can pull off the road into a parking bay opposite our house – for some reason I think I own that bay because whenever some poor soul pulls into it I want to go out there and shake my stick at them! Glad you found a way to let the old lady go and recapture your 10 year old self 🙂

    Thanks for linking up with us at #MLSTL and I’ve shared this on my SM x


    • trishafaye
      Jul 19, 2018 @ 12:37:48

      Ahhh – the image I have of you now, out there brandishing your stick in the air, chasing the loiterers off ‘your’ property. Thanks for the morning chuckle!


  3. Cindy McCabe
    Jul 18, 2018 @ 13:31:47

    Loved reading this, Trisha! Made my childhood smile appear, too!


  4. Debbie Harris
    Jul 18, 2018 @ 18:31:08

    This made me smile too Trisha!! I played soccer with an eight year old last week and although he had 50 years on me, I still took great pleasure in running as fast as I could to try to beat him to the ball. #mlstl


  5. Karen Hume
    Jul 18, 2018 @ 22:30:20

    Wonderful story, Trisha Faye. You told it so well that I could easily imagine the transformation you experienced as that little guy ran alongside your car. #MLSTL


    • trishafaye
      Jul 19, 2018 @ 12:32:31

      Thanks Karen. I only wished I could have snapped a picture of the little guy’s happy, smiling face. (Thanks to pixabay, I found something close.)


  6. sizzlesue15
    Jul 19, 2018 @ 07:52:49

    Love your story Trisha Faye. It is amazing how a smile, especially from a child can help us change our attitude immediately. I felt like I was there in the car with you. BTW I love the word ‘curmudgeon’! Thanks for sharing at #MLSTL and it is wonderful to have you part of our community. xx


  7. Jennifer Jones
    Jul 19, 2018 @ 22:48:45

    I love this story. Life gets so busy at times and this is a great reminder to stop and smell the roses. Also a reminder of the importance of the simple things in life


  8. Jennifer Jones
    Jul 19, 2018 @ 22:48:47

    I love this story. Life gets so busy at times and this is a great reminder to stop and smell the roses. Also a reminder of the importance of the simple things in life


  9. Denton County
    Aug 02, 2018 @ 12:26:05

    I can relate! Thanks for the post. It made me smile and with the temps we’ve had lately, that’s not easy!


    • trishafaye
      Aug 02, 2018 @ 13:58:36

      Isn’t that the truth! I was commenting to someone yesterday that after that week of 108’s, now that we’re ONLY in the 90’s it seems likes it’s COOL. And with watering restrictions in Roanoke (only 2 days per week, certain hours)…my poor flower beds and trees are surely showing signs of major distress.
      Thanks for stopping by. I’m glad you enjoyed the post.


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