WHEW! Summer is flying by and I'm trying to fit in as much fun as possible, so I'm cheating a bit today with a piece from "my other stuff" that was published earlier this month in our local paper. But don't worry, you can look forward to reading about why the Spouse and I may be prime candidates for Marriage Boot Camp next time! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this little piece and that you're getting the most out of your summer!
My kids may not be young anymore but they can still manage to give me agida. For those of you who didn’t grow up in an Italian household like I did, agida refers to angst, aggravation, worry – as in the sleepless nights and stressful moments my folks had with me for a daughter. I did nothing to make their job easy.
Honestly, my kids are mostly awesome and pretty much easy to brag about. But over the years I’ve learned that it’s not just about their intentions. It’s about what life throws at them. Take Saturday evening, for instance.
We were just about to enter T.G.I. Friday’s for dinner with my mom during a visit to Connecticut, when my cell rang. I was driving so I handed it to the Spouse. It was First Born – a very upset First Born. She and The Fiancé were on their way back from a very long day trip when they got a flat tire. Now, I know this doesn’t seem like something that should make me need a paper bag to breathe into. Just wait - it gets better.
After walking The Fiancé through a tire change (his first) all was looking good after getting the little donut tire in place.
And then they realized they had a second flat on the same side.
Why did they have to take such a long road trip? Why did they pull over on the highway to switch drivers (which led them through construction which ripped up their tires)? Why were they hours away without me there to help?
As we sat in T.G.I. Friday’s for dinner with my mom, Spouse and I both got on our phones and started looking for a garage or Walmart or Sears – anything we thought would have tires on a Saturday night. As it turns out, they had landed in Nothingville, New York.
They did manage to get a can of Fix-a-Flat but were kind of freaked by the instructions that demanded protective eyewear and a professional to use it (which is why anyone can buy it, right?). So the not-so-happy wanderers went for the only other option they had – calling roadside service who said they would tow the car to a garage. What garage is open on a Saturday night?
Well, there happened to be a garage guardian angel that very night that appeared in his sparkling mini-van with wife and grandsons shortly after they were towed to his place of business. He got them set up with a couple of retreads, and soon after they were on their way.
The Love Couple still had a three-hour drive. Naturally, I half-slept until I got that text that said they were back home at 1 a.m.
Agida is probably genetic, so chances are my girls will actually use that word once they have kids. After all, it’s another word for worry, which – growing up in my Italian family – was just another word for love.