Pink Think: “I like thinking big. If you’re going to be thinking anything, you might as well think big.” – Donald Trump
My 13 year old son came home one day all excited about an old ice cream truck he saw in a neighbor’s yard. He said he wanted to restore it and drive it around in high school. After all, he’d have a few years to fix it up in time for high school. One of his friends even said, that’d be cool; he’d help!
So, like the good mom that I am, I said we’d take a look at it. I took him on a chilly afternoon to the neighbor’s place. We detoured through the back to take an up-close look at this coveted vehicle.
What I saw, as I shivered outside that cloudy day: flat tires, rusty exterior, no-roof cab with gutted out parts and cushions that looked like mice had nested in them, a freezer at the back with doors off hinges. A fixer upper and then some. I blinked a few times, unbelieving. It certainly looked a heck of a lot better from a hundred yards away.
What I said: “Wow.”
“I know,” he said. “Isn’t it cool?”
We visited with the neighbor for a few minutes and she said it had been with the family for 40 years. Her husband and sons bought it as a project that many years ago, but had never gotten around to it. With her husband long gone, she said she would be open to a reasonable offer.
We thanked her for her time and told her we’d think about it.
“How could I earn enough money to buy it?” my son asked me in the car on our way home.
“You’d have to really look into how much money and work it will take,” I reminded him.
He scoffed. “Of course.”
“You know,” I said, “if you want to restore an old car, Grandpa has one sitting in his driveway…”
“Yeah, but I want an ice cream truck.”
My husband has yet to look at it with him, and who knows if my son could even swing the money, but I love that he thinks big. And if I can indulge him in this dream, why not?
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