Why I can’t be a super-spy.

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Spring break is nigh, which means I’m tired and procrastinating with work. So, naturally I spent all Sunday watching Netflix (judge me not). After a full day of watching my favorite action-packed thrillers, I realized that my fantasies of being a super spy wouldn’t quite work out for me. And I’ve come up with a list of reasons:

  1. My memory sucks.
     In almost every super spy movie, they can look at an address or a photo of someone and be able to track them down off memory alone. I take frequent looks at numbers and addresses and can’t remember shit. Much less people’s names and faces. I’d walk right past my mark and stop in my tracks like “was that him?” Then I’d look at the screen shot in my phone and end up killing someone else by mistake. This fact also makes me horrible at my job as a counselor. I often resort to “hey hun!” or “hi people!” when greeting my students because I am in charge of 300 of them and can’t remember who’s who most of the time.
  2. I’m physically unfit. In Taken, dude had a particular set of skills and even at his ripe old age by the time Taken 3 came out, he was still able to leap buildings and run for days after people and jump onto moving busses and whatnot. At this point at 34, my body just ain’t having all that activity. I mean…I can hustle to a train or run from danger, but chasing someone down? Nope, noppity, nope. Which leads me to my third point…
  3. I hate guns.
    This is a given in super spy 101. Mr. and Mrs. Smith had an arsenal and can work with the girl guns and bazookas just the same. I don’t like them, plus I have the aim of a member of the A-team, so knives also are out. Which means I would have to be skilled in hand to hand combat. Which in this case, see point #2.
  4. I rarely do anything unless I absolutely want to.
    In Kill Bill, Black Mamba took orders without question. Just hopped on a plane and killed folk because she was asked to. She didn’t detour in Bali and sip a mai tai until she felt like taking someone out. Besides, nobody would die the day House of Cards or OITNB drops. And Sundays would be off limits as soon as Game of Thrones comes back. I’d also probably procrastinate until the last possible moment that someone needed me to kill them. My rationale being I work better under pressure anyway.
  5. I ask too many questions.
    Much like point #4, this is another reason I’d struggle with in just doing things because people tell me to. I’d piss off the people hiring me because I’d be all “So, why do you want them dead?”, “Did they sleep with your girlfriend or something?”,”Did you ever consider you have anger management issues?”, “Does he have any allergies I could capitalize on? I’m kinda pressed for time, seeing as it’s Sunday and all”, “Why can’t we all just get along?” There would be no end to it. This is also why I’d never be a “ride or die chick”, but that’s a story for another day.

100 pennies.

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I received an email the other day from the boy’s school. It was the secretary asking me for permission to use this photograph from the spelling bee the school was participating in.


Of course I said hell yes!

I was so proud of him because just a few months prior, he came home one day upset and frustrated. Slammed his book bag down and stormed off to his room. I approached him, asking him what was the matter. He replied “I’m a horrible speller!” I asked him why he thought so and he pulled out a spelling test from school with red markings all over it. At the bottom: 4/20.

I also remember a couple of weeks after that, he burst into my office proudly waving his spelling test. But this time a perfect score. We went to eat at his favorite restaurant that evening to celebrate.

That night I received this email, I told him how proud I was of him. How much he had grown from this kid who questioned his abilities and potential because someone with a red pen decided that they knew best what he should know right now. That now he not only had the courage to compete, but landed a spot in the news as a result of his courage. He just gave me an “awww, mom!” and happily ate dinner. But I was one proud mama.

I was always told by my grandmother that pennies will eventually add up to a dollar, if you just find the value in each one. I celebrate these small moments with him, because one day I know they will add up to some really awesome an amazing.

Just like this kid.