By BETSY FLAGLER
If I had been dead-set on attending a recent 8:30 church service at Davidson College Presbyterian Church, I would have missed out on miraculous tales told by my little neighbors.
Jack Faubert and his sister Lucy had acquired two crawfish — they really are called “crawlfishies” because they can crawl, don’t you see? A demonstration begins.
The siblings and their parents, Mike and Liz Faubert, had gone to a party the day before, where a Davidson family had flown in 90 pounds of crawfish. The children had no interest in eating their future pets. They opted to set up races. The take-home mini lobsters were no ordinary toss-away goody bags.
I missed the 8:30 church service but got to hear about something miraculous anyway — Lucy’s crawfish named Pinchy got a leafy “dress,” a hat, and a table made out of a pebble. The weather was warm but Lucy decided her crustacean also needed tiny leaf mittens.
If I had been in too big of a hurry that Sunday morning, graduation day for Davidson College, I would have missed out on the opportunity to tell a grandmother congratulations about her grandson graduating from the college. Who would have had time to answer her nearly desperate query as the time of the ceremony approached, and the location had been changed: “How many stop lights away is the graduation?” The good news: Only one.
Several times, before the church bell tolled, new folks would walk around with that quizzical look that says, “Where am I?” “May I help you?” Lord yes, thank God — where is the Baker Sports Complex? It was the backup location in case it rained.
If I had been in a hurry on that Saturday, the day of the big “End Davidson’s Digital Divide” lemonade-stand fund-raiser, I would have missed hearing Ruthie Reddick in her pajamas asking about the “trash box” instead of the “cash box” as her lemonade stand got under way on Concord Road. Or Della Scott Michael twirling and smiling but steadfastly refusing to explain why she and her siblings were standing in the rain in front of Main Street Books selling lemonade. What’s the digital divide? If she knew, Della Scott wasn’t letting on.
Some of us are geared to live our lives by a day-timer. But little children thrive at their own crawfishy pace. Try matching your own pace with your child’s, and you might discover something miraculous — like a crawfish dressed in a leafy hat and dress with mittens.
Betsy Flagler lives in Davidson and writes the syndicated column “Parent to Parent.”