Chess

Chess

“Would you like to play chess?”, she asked, holding out the wooden set she acquired from her father not too long ago.

As she looked up at me, waiting expectantly for my answer, it all flashed so quickly through my mind…

In reality, I did not.  I’d had an exhausting day.  Full of meetings, spreadsheets, calculations, problems, solutions, more meetings, fire-drills, moving targets, and on, and on, and on.  My brain was fully and completely worn out.  The last thing I wanted was to try and tax it further with a game of logic and skill.  What’s more, I don’t know how to play chess; and truth be told, I don’t have a desire to learn.  Never did.  And now was certainly no different.

But tonight, she was calm.  Happy.  Focused.  She was smiling, and excited about sharing her knowledge with me and teaching me something new.  Who was I to squelch such wide-eyed wonder?  No one, that’s who.  I am a Mother.  A tired, worn-out, day-weary one, but a Mother none the less.  And Mothers always have time, do we not?  Certainly for things like this.

So I did the only thing I could.  I looked her right in the eye, and gave her my answer:  “I would love to.”  Her broad, glittering grin was all the reward I needed.