“It’s a girlfriend lunch, honey. When I come back, we will do something.”
I offered a trip to the book store, a hike, ice cream shop…nothing appealed. Finally, and sheepishly, he said, “Can we build?”
“Build what” I retorted though since this kid lives and breathes legos, I already knew. Build is a code word for legos.
I shut my eyes so he couldn’t see me roll them. I fought off an urge to make a phone call, make dinner, make a scene. Deep cleansing breath. I have sooooo much to do all the time……
“OK”. I exhaled.
So we built. He showed me, like a shop teacher shows off his new piece of equipment, just what pieces did what. I had no idea that those little tube-y things were called connectors. Round connectors, tube connectors, turning connectors. The complexity. Chagrined, I remembered how many of them I had sucked up in the vacuum. On purpose. (gasp)
I have not spent thousands of hours building legos. So I struggled. Finally, I put together a few pieces to form a cart. It needed a driver and the guy available was mean looking. So I stuck some other mean guys on there , added some weapon-looking horns, and a horse to pull. My celtic war cart. The Professor was impressed.
We did a bit more until I felt I could bow out. It wasn’t much and it wasn’t that much time, but I heard later that he bubbled over with tales of my vicious fighting cart and his eyes shone when he talked about how his mother had BUILT LEGOS with him.
A real master’s creation by the Professor, himself.