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It was a typical Saturday of driving my children within their tween and teendom spheres of existence. My days usually consist of an orbit of drop-offs and pick-ups between activities and social engagements that are as regular as Earth's trip around the Sun. With Sister in the front and the Boys in the back of the shuttle, I've become accustomed to hearing backseat conversations about life. I'm not sure if they forget that I am the one operating the ship or if they don't think I can hear all the way up at the helm, but I always enjoy listening to the musings of their adolescent minds.
Yesterday as I zoomed past the driveway of my youngest's friend- something I do Every Time I Go There- I heard,
"Mom did it again." (Son One)
"She does this every time. She needs some more Smarticles." (Son Two)
"Mom has Smarticles. She has a Master's degree, you know." (Son One)
"That's true. Maybe she needs some Common Sensicles." (Son Two)
"Heh! Sensicles." (Son One)
This is not the first time that I have been the object of their discussion. I quietly chuckle at their third person references and take their observations in stride. I know that they are at the stage of development where they are exploring their sense of self and individuality. I also know that a side effect of this stage is that as their sense of self evolves, their perception of Mom as All-Knowing and Wise Leader implodes like an aging star. And I'm ok with that.
So instead of taking offense, I ask, "Smarticles? What are Smarticles?" The idea of Smarticles shines brightly before me, a great unknown element that I want to explore. "Are they alive or are they like atoms swirling around, so tiny you can't see them? Can you grow them or do they just exist in a finite amount? Can you lose them and gain them, or give them to others on purpose?"
"Uh..." (Son One)
"I don't know, Mom. They're just like... Smart Particles. It's just something we say," explains Son Two, obviously overcome by my Mom-ish query. "Ok then, I gotta go. Pick me up at 4?"
The whole ride back home, my mind was a swirling universe of possibility. Smarticles! I had to consult the reliable UrbanDictionary.com for the answer (as I often do in cases like this), and there it was- Smarticles! The best definition (in my opinion) is this:
|Smarticles||8 up, 3 down|
noun. the weightless, invisible particulates that orbit the heads of intelligent beings. They roam freely in confined spaces where learning occurs. [...]
Savant, Genius I. "Urban Dictionary: Smarticles." Urban Dictionary. Urban Dictionary LLC, 8 Dec. 2010. Web. 03 Mar. 2013.