Wednesday, October 21, 2015

31 Days, Day 21: Wave.



The ladies at the grocery store and the old men at church do not like it when you withhold the wave.

It seems like such a simple thing, doesn't it? The lady waved at you. She said "bye-bye!" All you have to do is waggle your fingers at her, and it will make her day. Her weekend, even. It's so little to ask of you.

Although I can't explain it, I feel like you know this. You know that waving would make everyone happy. The lady would smile and say how cute you are. I would smile and feel pleased and proud, even though any baby can wave, even though it's not like you invented waving or have any special skill at it.

How is it that you've already figured out that the withheld wave has much more power than the one freely bestowed? You, in your not-yet-two years, have somehow discovered your power in this equation of supply and demand. You can make adults smile by waving, but you can make them beg and plead and cajole by not waving.

Some children are happy just to make the adults smile. But you- you seem like the kind of kid who would rather see how far people will go to get you to do what they want.

I'm not sure what to think about that.