Last night I earned a few more “Mom Points”. Did I bandage a skinned knee? Find a lost homework assignment? Help with an award-winning diorama? No, I have done all of those things in the past, but I’m talking about one step further: I found a rendition of the Doctor Who theme for tuba.
Admittedly, I was looking online for something else at the time. My youngest plays tuba and is always looking for “cool” stuff to play on an instrument many feel is uncool. When I saw the site with all the TV and movie themes on it, all for tuba, I knew I had hit a goldmine, and when I discovered that it included Doctor Who I took a mental bow and pushed “print”.
Lately our home has become very “Whovian”. Any Saturday night will find my second and third daughters parked in front of BBC America, being wowed by a man in a bow tie and fez who travels through space and time in a bright blue police call box that is much bigger inside than it looks. It’s a wildly creative series, with a history of good writers and surprising twists and turns, and makes for some lively and intelligent discussions on the relative merit of plot direction, plausibility, and possible outcomes. I’m not quite up on all the lingo, so they find that they have to educate me.
“Daaaah-lik, Mom. Not Day-lik! And no, that one’s not a Companion.”
I nod and try to soak it in, if only to seem a little less un-hip to my kids. I am sympathetic to their attachment to it and we have driven in record time from my mother-in-law’s house three counties away in order to catch the mid-season finale, planned a birthday party for a Friday instead of a Saturday to avoid conflicts, and the plan for Halloween this year seems to include some sort of Weeping Angel costume for the both of them. It was a toss-up between that and having to build a plywood dalek they could somehow push around the neighborhood, so I may have dodged the bullet there.
Soon we will be going thrift store shopping for clothes we can paint gray and contemplating the best ways to make skin and hair look like granite or marble. A chance for more “Mom Points”, perhaps?