Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Logan...Man of Mystery
Both thrilled and torn, I hugged Alex and Sean goodbye today and boarded my plane back to Vancouver. Settling into my seat, I took a big breathe and melted into my chair. Today was a marathon day of doing puzzles and watching Dora videos and cooking and cleaning and helping with adding and subtraction and singing to Seseme Street and 'put on your shoes before you go outside' and 'just take two more bites of salad and I will give you some more juice' and a lot of 'Auntie Krista, I hate you!' followed by even more 'Auntie Krista, I loooooove you' and I was glad to be safe and by myself, heading for home.
Then, all of a sudden, the person sitting next to me arrived. And you will never guess who it was. Logan. Six year old, very adorable, blonde, talkative Logan. Logan's mother was sitting elsewhere and as soon as Logan sat down beside me, he decided that I was going to be his new very best friend. I think at one point I actually looked around the plane to see if there was a camera crew filming me for some sort of candid camera tv show. What was the universe trying to tell me? What you resist persists? That I am attracting child energy? That there actually IS endless amounts of patience and love?
What was I to do but fall into a very familiar banter with this charming and very Alex-y young man? Very quickly I learned about his grandmother in Alberta (his dad didn't come on the trip becaue 'dad can't stand grandma') and how he had already been on a few planes and how he went to Bible Camp this summer. Trust me, that irony was not lost on me. As we were taking off Logan was belting out bible songs at the top of his 6 year old lungs. "JESUS IS OUR SAVIOUR, HE SHED HIS BLOOD FOR US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" sang Logan. The other passengers shifted uncomfortably. Had Logan been an adult he could have been arrested I am sure on some grounds of some freedom of religion act, but at 6 years old, there is nothing anyone could do but listen to the preaching. I was smiling from ear to ear. By the time our snacks came, I am pretty sure Logan was somewhat in love with me, watching my every move, fascinated. I think I was a bit in love, too. My perfect man is 24 years younger than me. Ah, well. When I am 54 he will only be 30 and we can probably swing that.
The flight ended with Logan singing a rousing rendition of Oh Canada and sharing some Juicy Fruit gum. I got off the plane, came home and now I have what it is that I have been craving for days - peace and quiet.
And you know what? I miss Alex. I miss Emma. And I miss Logan.
And I am wondering what this all means and how I am not the same Krista I was before.
Not even close.
Then, all of a sudden, the person sitting next to me arrived. And you will never guess who it was. Logan. Six year old, very adorable, blonde, talkative Logan. Logan's mother was sitting elsewhere and as soon as Logan sat down beside me, he decided that I was going to be his new very best friend. I think at one point I actually looked around the plane to see if there was a camera crew filming me for some sort of candid camera tv show. What was the universe trying to tell me? What you resist persists? That I am attracting child energy? That there actually IS endless amounts of patience and love?
What was I to do but fall into a very familiar banter with this charming and very Alex-y young man? Very quickly I learned about his grandmother in Alberta (his dad didn't come on the trip becaue 'dad can't stand grandma') and how he had already been on a few planes and how he went to Bible Camp this summer. Trust me, that irony was not lost on me. As we were taking off Logan was belting out bible songs at the top of his 6 year old lungs. "JESUS IS OUR SAVIOUR, HE SHED HIS BLOOD FOR US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" sang Logan. The other passengers shifted uncomfortably. Had Logan been an adult he could have been arrested I am sure on some grounds of some freedom of religion act, but at 6 years old, there is nothing anyone could do but listen to the preaching. I was smiling from ear to ear. By the time our snacks came, I am pretty sure Logan was somewhat in love with me, watching my every move, fascinated. I think I was a bit in love, too. My perfect man is 24 years younger than me. Ah, well. When I am 54 he will only be 30 and we can probably swing that.
The flight ended with Logan singing a rousing rendition of Oh Canada and sharing some Juicy Fruit gum. I got off the plane, came home and now I have what it is that I have been craving for days - peace and quiet.
And you know what? I miss Alex. I miss Emma. And I miss Logan.
And I am wondering what this all means and how I am not the same Krista I was before.
Not even close.
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