It was early morning. We were all up and starting our daily routine when we heard a huge bang. It was the sort of noise where you could feel the vibration throughout the entire house. I immediately assumed it was a transformer and expected us to lose power. We did not, but the source of the ruckus still generated a lot of questions from the little ones.
“What was that?” they exclaimed.
“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about; we probably just blew a transformer.” I replied.
“Why did it blow up?”
When your caffeine intake is minimal at best and you’ve got X amount of time to get ready, which over time involves step by step instructions in order for the numerous tasks to be completed (Take off your pajama bottoms. Take off your pull up. Put on your underwear. You put them on backwards, take them off and turn them around. Put your underwear back on. Put you underwear back on. I said, put your underwear back on. Now put on your pants…), going into long explanations about how electricity travels when you’re not even a subject matter expert yourself is a conversation that you are going to want to avoid at all costs.
So I pulled an awesome parenting moment and said that it had to do with how electricity works but was hard to explain and since we had very little time we would talk about it later. Regardless my son continued to run from window to window all excited and wanting to see the blown up transformer. I kept telling him, “Buddy, there’s nothing to see. It’s probably not even on this street.”
Getting him ready was almost impossible; he just wouldn’t stop running from room to room to look outside. Even getting him to eat breakfast was a chore. Once I finally got us ready and got him outside, I had an even harder time getting him into the car. He kept circling around the driveway, looking up and down the street and in the backyard.
Finally having accepted defeat, he was strapped into the car seat and we were on our way. We had just left our street when he called to me from the backseat,
“Mommy, are there are a lot transformers in our neighborhood?”
It was then having had a moment to think that it hit me, and I understood in a flash the reason why he was so excited. In my hustle and bustle to get us out the door I couldn’t see why it was so important to him to see the transformer, and why he spent an hour running from window to window to peek outside.
The little dude was trying with all of his might to catch a glimpse of Optimus Prime.