My son and the robots

“Have you heard about the robot class?” That’s been the question lately – the Robotics Class.

I couldn't wait to see the giant, evil robot my son would be designing!

I couldn’t wait to see the giant, evil robot my son would be designing!

After school the other day, my son practically flew off the bus and and was brimming with excitement. There was going to be a robotics class offered at his school each week after school.

And he wanted to be a PART OF IT!!!

I was excited too. I immediately picured him and the other students creating a giant, evil robot that would wreak havoc in the area, requiring Superman or Batman, or at least Underdog, to come and and try to stop it.

Or maybe the class could develop a robot that played football, and could be our high school team’s secret weapon. We’d be the envy of all the other teams in our conference we easily won the state championship.

But then I realized he had said “robotics” and not “robot”, and so I immediately lost some of my enthusiasm . . .

I was looking forward to a battle between the evil robot and Batman, or some other super hero.

I was looking forward to a battle between the evil robot and Batman, or some other super hero.

But still, he was excited. And he quickly admonished me a bit for even thinking they were going to build evil robots. Uh-huh.  Not happening, dad.

Darn! It would have been A LOT cooler!

It turned out only 24 kids from his grade were going to be chosen to participate in it.

So that became the topic of conversation for a few days . . . did you hear if you were selected for the robot class? I figured he would be. I mean, after all, any kid who has put some actual thought into the whole time travel dilemma needs to be in a robot class, right? (Here’s the link to my son’s thoughts on time travel: https://holdingtogetherthejello.com/2013/07/19/)

And that’s kind of how our life goes. We move from one event to another, with each event serving as a building block for the month, and the school year, and the year. It’s how our lives are built.

Before the robotics class (oh, how I still wish it was an evil robot-building class . . . ok, enough), we talked about the gifted program. Would he be selected for that? And we started the school year with what else . . .  school. Did you like your teachers? How’s the new school year? Do you have any friends in your class?

This is probably a more realistic idea of what the robots from my son's class will look like . . . sigh . . .

This is probably a more realistic idea of what the robots from my son’s class will look like . . . sigh . . .

Coming up soon, we’ll be talking about his first report card, his birthday, school pictures, basketball league, Thanksgiving holidays, and finally Christmas.

The spring will bring two of his favorites – soccer and baseball – plus a myriad of surprise topics that we aren’t even thinking about yet.

Sometimes we celebrate successes. And other times we try to deal with failures.

And that’s pretty much our lives – we build our lives, day by day, event by event. Year by year.

No, it’s not quite as exciting as a giant evil robot. But it’s a good life.

And we found out yesterday that he was chosen to participate in the robotics class.

Now, let’s see what we’ll be talking about next.

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