We’re all fast folk. We walk fast, always have somewhere to go, we keep to our tight schedule. But not my youngest. He moves at his own speed. He loves quietness, silent reflection, lazy days. And, he drives us crazy. No matter where we go, we’re always ten steps ahead of him, saying, “Come on J. Come on J. Come on J” Sometimes we call him “little legs”. Sometimes we lose our patience.
But, J doesn’t care. He just goes at his own speed. Observes his surroundings. Reserves his energy. Sets his pace.
Last week we went to the zoo. We go to the zoo often, sometimes just stopping to see the flamingos and then move on. The kids have been going to the zoo since they were infants, and they know it like the back of their hand. Know what they need to see. Know the quickest way to get places. We can do the whole zoo in less than an hour. Time us!
But not this time. We had nowhere else to go, no one else to see, no appointments, no schedule. So, we made the promise to go at J’s speed. First, we climbed the gorilla statue, then went to the playground, stopped at the bathroom, got an ice cream, climbed the tower, looked for the giraffes. “Hey, J, are we ever going to see the animals today?” Sure. First the red panda, stopped to feed the ducks, saw the cows, noticed how ugly the camels are. Practiced our jumping, sat in the old jeep, got some water. “Hey, J, we ever going to see the lion, the tigers, the gorillas” Sure. But first, let walk this way.
By the time we got to the Tropical Forest, where the animals are active and funny and always moving, J needed to sit. “But, J, the lemurs are right there, and the tamarins, and the gorillas, and the hippo is right around the corner” No mom, let’s sit in the little theater with the fish tank. Okay, let’s sit and look at the little fish tank. Let’s sit and relax and rest for a while. Sigh.
But, then, behind the glass of the fish tank (the fish tank we’ve run by a thousand times, the fish tank that’s lame, the fish tank that’s boring) we see something moving. We look carefully, we hold our breathe, we get really quiet, and we see the most amazing thing. The pygmy hippo. Kicking his legs and swimming by. Diving down. Rolling on his back. Putting on a show. All this time, and we never knew that the hippos played in that water. Unbelievable. J looks at us and says, “Hmmm. Guess that’s why it’s called Hippo Theater.”