While sitting at a red light on the way home from running errands last night, I spotted a police car pulling into the fast-food restaurant at the corner. While I waited for my light to turn green, my mind wondered about the police officer who had made the late-night phone call to our home…
As they tried to make their way across the lot, my minivan cut them off. Rolling down my window, I uttered, “Excuse me. This may sound crazy, but I just wanted to thank you.”
They approached the vehicle. Judging from the expressions on their faces, I needed to elaborate. And after I gave them a fast-talking, mini-version of the police call from the night before, I exhaled, “So thank you for helping me parent my son.”
We spoke for a little while about what it was like to be a teen and agreed that those years are tough. The officer who looked like a young LL Cool J revealed that he gave his mom a lot of trouble when he was growing up. Through my mushy mom tears, I sputtered, “And look at you now! What a success you’ve become – she must be proud.”
He laughed and admitted, “Yeah, I was not an easy kid.” Then he cracked up as he explained a discipline technique his mom once used involving a shovel.
Smiling broadly, I explained that I skipped the shovel technique and sent him directly to military school. At that, he burst into more laughter…”My mom sent me to military school too!”
The officer who looked like my oldest stepson, B, reassured me, “You’re doing the right thing, Mom. Keep doing it. He will appreciate it some day.”
I should have jumped out of the van, hugged them, and offered to buy them dinner. Instead, I simply thanked them again and said, “Goodnight.”