All across the country this month, hundreds of Cub Scout Packs are holding their annual wood-racer rallies. This post on that topic first appeared as A (Dad’s) Scary Pinewood Derby Experience at ScurryTails.com Jan. 25, 2013.
Let me not bury the lead:
I DROPPED MY SON’S PINEWOOD DERBY CAR!
Today. On the cold, hard concrete floor of the garage. My 10-year-old’s vision of the Chicago skyline, wrought from Sculpey and paint and glue, with a to-scale level of skill and craftsmanship and hard work to rival that of the architects and engineers and steel workers who erected the full-sized Windy City skyline. Broken — the beautiful thing shattered like glass.
When it happened, I wept like a child — like I knew my child would weep when he found out.
My folly was thinking it needed just one more layer of clear coat varnish. My folly was holding it gingerly by the tires between my fingers and not firmly grabbing it by its wooden base. My folly was my hubris in thinking I knew best what his car needed. And that my age and experience relative to his were enough to prevent harm from coming to his craft. I was wrong.
What could I do? I grabbed up all the pieces I could find — I found all of them. Some had just popped off the base, but some — like the giant Sears Tower (my son’s first experience with America’s tallest skyscraper was NOT in the Willis Tower, thank you) — snapped in three places. Its twin antennae — as much a part of the building’s signature as it’s boxy-tubes shape — had snapped off as well.
I mixed up some two-part epoxy and started putting the rolling Humpty Dumpty back together again.
When I finished, I felt like I’d done a good job restoring his fantastic job. We would have to make new antennae, but the main of the Chicago skyline was restored. I did my best. But …
Would he notice? It didn’t matter — I knew that I would tell him. How could we team up together to design and build the car in a values-based program like Cub Scouts and have me try to sneak something like that past him?
Would he be shattered, as his car had been shattered? Yes, I knew he would be. And when he came home from school and I told him, he was.
But by God’s good grace, kids are resilient and unlike many of the “more wise” adults around them, kids are also generous with forgiveness. My son calmed himself and listened to my apologies, listened to my pledge to help him repair it, and listened to my assurances that we could make it look as good as it had when he’d put the finishing touches on it only the night before.
He forgave me. And he taught me about forgiveness.
Tonight, the car gets checked in. Tomorrow, it will glide downhill at up to 350 (scale) miles per hour. It might win. It might lose. And it might fall off the track and shatter again. But having experienced the tragic and having recovered from it together, I know for my son and me that whatever happens tomorrow, everything will be o.k.
UPDATE Jan. 30, 2013: My son raced the car, and clocked speeds at more than 216 miles per hour, against winning cars that sped downhill at almost 230 m.p.h.! He stayed on the track, and while a couple antennae broke again (clearly the car’s Achilles’ heel) in the racing, it didn’t shatter on race day as it did for me. Best of all, while others’ bested his cityscape for speed, his design took Best Design honors — cracks and glue and all!
The Church Deconstructed category is a “Church for Noobs” guide that offers a glib look at today’s mainline church, covering the lifecycle of a Christian from the perspective of a reformed skeptic and now longtime church member. At times borderline irreverent, the musings aim to be spot-on accurate about both the virtues and the foibles of the modern church and of the “church life.”