PS

This post concludes a series that starts here.

Last night, I sat next to my father through a benefit auction. My kids scrambled and talked and fought around us. While I was turned toward my dad, my daughter fell off the chair on the other side of me. I turned and caught her, not enough to keep her from falling but enough to break her fall and keep her from crying.

When the ruckus was over, my dad said slyly, “I read somewhere that you catch things in midair.”

I laughed at him. “I didn’t do too bad, right? My back was turned and everything.”

We listened to the auction.

After a while, the child on his lap dropped a toy. He caught it before it passed his knee.

“Hey!” I said, “You’re not too bad yourself.”

He grinned. “Shari, I had training too.”

So the sum of all the corrections to date are these: I have not yet learned humility, and my quick reflexes I got from my dad.

Or maybe –

He got his from

Me.

Finis