Yesterday, I was reading Calvin & Hobbes with my kid. One particular cartoon section on Mother’s Day gift by Calvin cracked us up.
It reminded me of an incident that happened when my kids were still in Pre-K.
I used to work in downtown Boston. My husband and I had this arrangement wherein I would go to work early, he would drop the kids at daycare, then go to work, and I would pick them up on my way home.
My team’s VP had organized an outing, whale watching followed by luncheon at a fine restaurant. We obviously were pretty excited about this fun outing. I was fine with it as I could maintain my usual work schedule.
There was one gotcha… Weather advisory indicated a 50% probability of a storm for the day of our outing!! Since it was 50-50, our team decided to go ahead with the trip.
That morning, 12 of us left our workplace, headed to the Boston harbour, got on the cruise. Weather was pleasant; we stood on the deck enjoying the sea breeze, took photos as the cruise boat cut through the ocean water.
Lo and behold… We spotted a humpback whale diving quite close to our boat…
While we were busy trying to capture a picture, we felt as if we were being rocked!! For a moment, we thought it could the whale diving in causing that rocking motion. But, we were in for a surprise… Waves started picking up, rocking our boat in all directions, water started splashing us. We were at the bow section of the boat to get a good view; the intensity of the waves made it difficult for us hang on to the railing and walk back to sheltered section. We thought we might get throw out of the boat and drown in the middle of the ocean.
We held on to the railing and each other’s hand, struggled our way into the sheltered section and sat down. Boat was still rocking up and down; we are inside was the only solace. Operator managed to navigate the boat back to the harbour. Thank God!! We were back on the shore!!!
Our team, relieved and famished, marched to the restaurant. Our table was reserved; had our lunch; walked back to our office… We obviously were the talk of our office for our whale watching expedition… 🙂
As usual, on my way back from work, I picked up my kids at the usual time. They knew about my team outing and they were curious to know about the number of whales that I spotted. I narrated them my experience.
My 5-year old son, after listening, exclaimed, “Thank God! The boat didn’t sink and you came back“. Before I could appreciate him, he added, “If the boat sank, who would have picked us up from school!!”
I was taken aback by his remark for a second, but his thought process left me in splits. Kids do get their priorities straight, don’t they?