He mentioned that he had heard stories of how his grandmother, who had been a mother of some six or eight children, was at heart an introvert, and needed just some ten minutes or so each afternoon to get some quiet to recharge her batteries. She would sit on a chair in the kitchen, throw her apron up over her face and head, and sit 'alone' and 'in the dark.' Meanwhile, a half dozen boisterous children would continue to revolve around her, playing, shouting, mewling. Everyone understood that when mother was under the hood, no one was to touch her or speak to her or ask her any questions. She would be back shortly, and all would be well. She just needed her ten minutes of solace.
After the training ended, I flew from Dallas to Houston to spend the weekend with my brother John and his family. Saturdays in April at the Mahons of Houston is swim meet day.
One thing is painfully missing -- coffee. John is not a coffee drinker. Did I complain? Did I mention something? I don't remember doing so. Yet, Kyle seemed to have a keen sense of my deprivation. As I was setting up the canopy with John, Kyle approached me: "Uncle Andrew," he said (it always touches me when the nephews call me that, instead of Uncle Christopher or Uncle Raymond), "would you like me to get you a cup of coffee?"
I was stunned and charmed. How did he know? And what child would be so aware and attentive to make the offer? Well, once we had the place set up, I accepted Kyle's offer and walked over to the snack bar where they had doughnuts and breakfast burritos and coffee. As we ordered, Kyle explained to the ladies at the counter that I was his uncle. Not only that, he pulled out his wallet and paid for my coffee! I beamed at the volunteer staff, touched to be taken care of so dearly. Did they notice what a wonderful boy Kyle is?
The registration process is a fascinating study in efficiency and understanding. Each child is in several events, perhaps four or five or six. The events are all recorded on a laptop, and each child's event list is printed out for the parent. Of course, paper lists can get lost or soaked, so the staff instead prints the events on Avery labels -- one event per label. And the parents stick them onto their t-shirts, upside down, which makes them ingeniously readable just by glancing down at one's chest. As each event passes, the parent simply strips that sticker off.
Also, each event, logically enough, has a number. That way, it is easy to keep track of the stickers on your shirt as the events tick away during the day. There were about 80 events.
I was so impressed. The day ran swiftly and without long delays. The kids would get called up to their events well ahead of event time, so that there were always three or four groups of children "on deck" getting ready to race.
After the registration was all finished (not to mention my lone cup of coffee), Kyle again offered to procure me a cup of joe. I accompanied him to the snack bar, and this time I insisted on paying, and maybe getting him a breakfast burrito. Such attentiveness from an 11-year old.
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Emily, I was told, has not quite perfected her dive. However, to my eye, she has developed an impressive style.
Meanwhile, Kyle did not have any early events, so he kept me company on one of the chaise lounge chairs until it was his time. When his race was called, he headed over to the on deck tables. I kept an eye open for when his group was up. As I was looking, a young girl about 12 years old walked over to me. "Mr. Mahon?" she inquired. "Kyle said to tell you that he will be in lane 5."
"Mr. Mahon? Kyle asked me to tell you that he will be in Lane 1." :-)
After each event, Kyle came back over to me and we shared the chaise lounge until the next event. After his final race, I asked if he was hungry, and we got a burger or something, which he ate. And then, Kyle was done.
I mean, he was done. He grabbed a towel, threw it over his head, and lay back in the chair. The races continued, the kids were all shouting and splashing, the whistles blew, the announcer called out the next events on the squawk box, and conversations were held around the chairs. But Kyle was not there. He had gone to his own quiet space.
He'd have liked that fitness and wellness class.