It's March 1st or as of March 3rd we are pretending it's March 1st. My middle daughter just finished dance class, we dropped off a book at the public library, decided to stop at Jeni's for ice cream while we wait to pick up the oldest daughter from a meeting at work when the flashing red lights are lowering at the train tracks. We stop for trains all the time in my suburban hub but tonight was different. I had a flashback to my reading life growing up. I remembered the Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner. I then wanted to tell my daughter all about the book, series, and my thoughts as a reader. She quickly said, "Mom, I read the first one. You had us read it as a Girl Scout project." Yes, I did. We were going to see the play and you all know the book is always better. She wasn't as interested in my thoughts as a reader even though I tried to tell her more.
I loved the Boxcar Children! I was so intrigued by the Alden children. The idea of children living on their own was an quite the adventure in my mind. How they solved what would be called now little issues in life with independence was something I was drawn to. They relied on each other and the message of sticking together is an important one for all of us to read about. They met their grandfather when help was needed for Violet and my own grandparents were a huge part of my daily life growing up. Of course, the story had a happy ending and I followed them on more adventures. I left that train stop wondering why I never viewed the trains as boxcars before. Probably because I see them as an interruption and increasing my travel time in my day to day routines. I'm grateful for those few minutes.