My turn signal pinged its rhythmic song. I heard it, but wasn’t really listening. I watched the oncoming traffic, and waited for my chance to make a right turn.
My thoughts were ringing in my head, playing the harmony to the accompanying noise around me. I was trying to give my thoughts my full attention in hopes I could corral them into orderly conduct.
“You, over there. Yes, I know I have laundry in the washer that’s been sitting there wet for three days. I’ll run that load again when we get home. And yes, I’ll add detergent again. I know it stinks.”
“Excuse me, what? I have to write two checks to the school when I get home? One for a lunch account and then I have to order that sports gear. Oh, and the photograph form. Got it. I’ll try to get that done before picking up Karson from practice. Wait, is his jersey in the washer? What time is his game Sunday afternoon?”
“What’s that, Mr. Stomach? I haven’t made dinner plans yet for this evening? Give me a break. I’ve barely even been home this afternoon. You’ll just have to wait.”
My own mental conversation was not the only one echoing in my ears. In the backseat of the van, my daughters, ages seven and nine, were having one of their own.
I could hear them, but I wasn’t really listening.
“Let’s make up our own cheers, Kenzie.” My oldest daughter was saying.
“Okay. Let’s use letters and then think of words that they stand for,” Kenzie replied.
I tuned them out again.
Where did I put the checkbook?
“I know. For the letter ‘O’ we can make it stand for ‘Honesty!’ ‘O’ says ‘Ahh’ so honesty is a good word! I like honesty!”
“Yeah! ‘O’ for ‘Honesty’. Good idea Kenzie!” Karly responded to her little sister.
“Honesty actually starts with an ‘H,’” I chimed in. “How about ‘Octopus,’ instead?”
“No way, Mom!” Kenzie said. “I like ‘honesty’ better.”
I looked back at the road. I never was a cheerleader. What do I know?
“Okay, now for the letter ‘C.’ Kenzie continued, “Let’s use the word “Kind!” I looked in the rearview mirror. She was smiling and enthusiastic.
Once again I broke in to the conversation.
“Kind actually starts with a ‘K’ not a ‘C.’” I informed.
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Yes, it does.”
“No, it’ doesn’t”
“Yes, it does.”
The turn signal kept the beat.
“Well, we don’t really care. We like honesty and kindness so we’re going to use them.” Kenzie said.
I thought about it.
Whose team mascot is an Octopus, anyway?
“You know what?” I said in my best Mom Authority voice. “I like honesty and kindness too. Go for it!”
And they did. They completed their homemade cheer and happily chatted the rest of the drive home.
They may not be winning the spelling bee anytime soon. But, I’ll tell you what, I don’t really care.
Honesty and kindness trump winning in my book, anyway.
Hip. Hip. Hooray! You go girls! Let honesty and kindness be traits you always cheer about.
And who knows. Maybe I could have been a cheerleader, after all.