A few weeks ago, Lee, my husband, and I were on a hike in Arizona during spring break. As we walked the face of a sloping rock, we heard a boy screaming, “Mommy!”
At the top, we saw the boy, who looked about 12 years old, in terrible distress trying to avoid a bee. Been there, done that, I thought. His parents gave us an embarrassed look. My heart went out to them. How many times had we been in that situation with Lee? Although in her case, it was spiders.
Lee gave the boy a sympathetic look and moved away. She passed two couples perched nearby, and their conversation drifted over to me.
“I teach at a private school, and I love it,” one of the women said.