Yesterday morning was an absolute shocker. We were about to leave for school – but when we went out to the car, I noticed that the battery in my car was dead. So I had no choice but to clutch start it by rolling backwards down the driveway much to the delight of two excited little boys in my backseat.
After we’d pulled up to the school and gotten out of the car, we were walking in through the school’s main gate when Lucas spotted one of the kids from his grade and started to tell him all about our adventures in re-starting my car. I smiled but not for very long as I watched the other boy’s eyes start to glaze over as Lucas went into the specifics of how the engine works. He had just started to explain to his friend about how he was unable to turn on the cabin lights because of the dead battery when I observed the little boy whisper something to his mate and they both started walking faster together – they were trying to get away from Lucas.It broke my heart to realise that Lucas hadn’t picked up on their non-verbal ‘we don’t want to hear your story’ clues and he kept on talking AT their quickly departing backs whilst quickening his own pace to keep up as though nothing had changed. I comforted myself with the fact that if Lucas was unaware – it obviously wasn’t affecting him too much so tried to let it go. I kissed him goodbye and waved him off as I headed toward the middle school where I am currently doing work experience for two weeks.
But this story doesn’t end there.
Fast forward to that afternoon and I knew that I’d have to call roadside assistance to either jump-start me or replace my car’s battery as there are no hills that I could use to clutch start it on at school. So we sat in the car for about half an hour playing eye-spy whilst waiting for the man to turn up. And when he did, I quickly told him my problem and lifted my car’s bonnet for him to take a look. Meanwhile Lucas is hovering close by trying to get a look under at the engine and I held out my hand as if to say “stop, you can’t come over here” but what happened next really surprised me!
The gentleman who was looking at my car smiled at me and then motioned to Lucas and asked him if he wanted to help him fix Mummy’s car! Lucas beamed and nodded excitedly.
The man asked him to lift the lever that holds the bonnet up and then he asked him to help clip the leads onto the battery. Finally he asked Lucas to read out the numbers on the screen that he was holding and very patiently explained in detail what each number meant as he went along. He answered all of Lucas’ questions properly not just with throw away answers and paid him the greatest amount of respect by engaging him and showing an interest.
Lucas smiled so widely – he was so thrilled to be allowed to help and I could tell that her felt super important right then! I was so thankful to this kind old gentleman. He has no idea what a difference he made not only to my little boy but also to me. It restored my faith in humanity after watching helplessly that very same morning as other children tried to give him the shake off.
And Lucas hasn’t forgotten it either – he woke up this morning and told me that he wants to fix cars when he gets older. And if that’s what he wants to do - he’ll be an amazing mechanic and I’ll support him all the way.
Thank you Mr Roadside Assistance, you’ve made this Mother smile and shown her that her little boy is gonna be just fine