I meant to write this post several weeks ago.
Usually putting off writing a post is due to an inadequate amount of
time to tap my thought upon a keyboard or the words shouldn’t be shared.
Here’s hoping it’s the former reason.
In my last post, I wrote about our late August trip to the beach.
I mentioned our time on the sand, what I didn’t mention was our time
on land, more specifically the boardwalk area of Seaside, Oregon.
Allow me to back track for a moment.
Carl, Caleb and I had visited the beach earlier in the summer and during one of
the days, we spent a little time in an arcade.
We had accumulated quite a few tickets but it never seems like the number
of tickets compared to the “price” of the prizes lines up the way you hope.
We huddled and decided we would return before summer’s end
and Caleb could add to his ticket bounty and surely acquire the most
amazing prize ;)
So one Saturday, the three of us headed to the beach, for cooler weather
but this time we grabbed one of Caleb’s friends Archie.
We were in a celebratory mood as only days earlier
Archie had finally traversed his way off the waiting list and would
be attending middle school with Caleb.
We spent a chatty 90 minutes in the car, drove into the beach town,
picked up some bagel sandwiches to round out our cooler full of
snacks, and headed to the arcade.
Not gonna lie, I was a bit put out that the weather was very warm (again) on
the coast. I will completely own being a Pacific Northwest hot weather baby.
I also didn’t feel like spending money for me to play games, just for the boys
and that included Carl.
Tickets were starting to leak out of the boys’ pockets
and Carl and I watched the boys play a game
throwing balls at rows of stuffed clowns.
Fabulous idea to me.
Two of these games stood side-by-side and once one
became available, Carl asked me to join him.
Despite my resolve, hitting clowns is right up my alley,
I grabbed a ball and we made a great
team and added to the ticket booty.
Carl slid his game card to play a second game. This time Carl told me
to aim for the lower row (I took no offense at his direct hit at
my lack of height) and I consented to his strategy.
As the game started, I quickly dispatched of the bottom row and Carl
demonstrated his superb crushing skills.
I was able to assist as each row was resurrected to be clobbered once again.
I could feel a small crowd gather behind us, but we kept throwing and chuckling.
The game was over and we discovered we narrowly missed
the score to earn 500 tickets.
Carl suggested playing once more while I worried about the people waiting in line.
But he slid his card as the tickets continued to spit out from the machine.
And they kept coming out of the machine.
And they kept coming out of the machine without end.
Carl and I looked at each other puzzled and wondered how could this be happening.
We looked behind us and shrugged our shoulders and widened our eyes as the people
behind us began to peer over our shoulders.
We kept repeating that we didn’t win the bonus.
But the tickets wouldn’t stop.
Carl jogged over to the ticket counter and explained our plight.
The ticket guy calmly said,
“You must have gotten the high score and won the bonus which is 500 tickets”
Carl came back and explained to me and the growing crowd.
We were surprised and I have to say a bit embarrassed.
Once the tickets f i n a l l y stopped, we told the anxiously waiting people
they could have the game we had already paid for because we were done.
My mood now matched Carl’s good one and I ran off to play one of my favorite games.
After my game fun, I found my husband laughing with a few fellow arcade dweller
and the boys alternately giving each other high-fives and giggling.
They had just played Spin-N-Win.
One boy pulled the lever to spin the wheel and the other boy hit the middle button
hoping to hit the smallest of slivers marked 250.
Archie had just hit the 250 mark thus the cheering and the hand celebration.
This photo is their second attempt switching places and you can see the tickets from the
Caleb hit the 250 mark as well and there was more rejoicing and so many tickets.
They played the game a few more times and never yielded the same results.
We turned in the tickets from both arcade outings, split the loot down the middle
and the boys each came home with a Oregon root beer mug and some candy.
I wanted to share this story not because we won 1000 tickets playing 3 games.
I wanted to share this story because of the two different responses.
Carl and I were shocked and searched for an explanation for this unexpected windfall.
Caleb and Archie were full of delight and joy.
Caleb and Archie didn’t ask any questions, they simply received with open hands.
Carl and I looked around, felt the pressure of the crowd and were
a few shades of embarrassed.
Caleb and Archie had unabashed glee and everyone within earshot craned
their necks to gain a better view.
They didn’t care who happened to witness their victory dance.
They kept trying to recapture the wonder whereas Carl and I scurried away.
They never stopped smiling or saying it had been the best arcade day ever.
I’m not sure if Carl and I thought an arcade ticket cop would come and take
us far, faraway but we should have done a happy dance instead of a private
high-five off to the side of the arcade.
Where has my wonder gone?
When did I become so concerned with what others think?
Who taught me to question unanticipated gifts?
Perhaps I have taught myself this tragic opinion.
So today, I want to ask you:
Are you allowing wonder to be a part of your life?
Do you believe wonder is simply child’s play?
What has replaced your sense of wonder?
Are you able to embrace unanticipated riches without embarrassment?
Are you willing to open wide your hands and receive each and
every gifts you been given?
I don’t mean tickets made of paper but the totality of your life gifts.
Some gifts you can be held or hugged and others are simply a blink away
Seek, pursue and hunt for wonder in the corners of your days.
Spin the wheel.
Throw down your hand and allow yourself to
stop and gaze up at wonder.
Break into a merry dance even if you are circled by spectators.
Better yet spread the high-fives around the crowd.
Wonder deserves to be uncovered and shared.
When we left the arcade, we passed a couple who stood behind
us and then played the game vacated by Caleb and Archie.
They had witnessed the avalanche of tickets and shook their
heads in tandem with ours.
None of us could resist exchanging knowing grins and repeating
our shared sentiments of disbelief.
When you stumble upon wonder, it’s nearly impossible for it to remain contained,
it leaks onto others creating heart space only it can inhabit.
What ball do you need to throw?
What wheel do you need to spin?
What button do you need to press?
What mood do you need to release?
Allow wonder to be dispensed in a steady
stream pooling around your feet.
**photos by permission