What do you do when you want to find a fun activity for your family? You buy a Groupon, of course! I purchased a buy one get one free groupon for the local corn maze in our area. Thinking I was being smart, I bought two deals which gave me four tickets. That was for us and our younger two. I had already talked to our married duaghter and she and her husband wanted to come. Not sure what I was thinking, but when Living Social came out with the same deal I bought two more (four more tickets) . Knowing my son would be home for fall break, I now had a total of eight tickets. We invited his girlfriend to come stay with us so were set for a fall adventure to the corn maze!
I had seen pictures of the maze and understood the general idea. I had even thought through that each group should have a cell phone (so the youngest two could have access) in case someone got lost. I even reminded everyone to wear tennis shoes and bring water. (I’m such a good scout leader. Not.) What I didn’t think about was how long it was. Several miles as it turned out (depending on how lost you got).
Ahhh, a beautiful hot fall day. Can you picture it?
One hubby promising not to complain at my crazy idea of family togetherness.
One married couple bickering (hint in the background).
One couple with a sickie (my college son).
One person carting around a heavy camera (yeah, that was me) and a quick pair up at the start that left me with youngest son:
“Mr. Impatient/I WIll Win if it kills me/oh no, I’ve got Mommy on my team” son is off to the races and I’m looking around to see where everybody went.
I didn’t even know you could get scared in a corn maze because I’m the “Rule Follower/Can’t possibly cheat and go through the cornstalks/Now I’m hyperventilating/Mom.” Really. There was a moment where I felt like the kid that had been left behind in a department store. So I hollered for my son and gave him a
lecture talking to about working together as a team.
We proceeded into the maze and wandered for a while until someone else told us a clue was around the corner. Oh, did I forget to tell you the object of the maze was to find clues at six different stations, allowing you to answer the riddle (something about who killed somebody and where? Actually, it was a farm animal killed and you’re supposed to find the weapon, the suspect and the location). Hmmm. Who cares? One guess. My son does and he’s on a pursuit to find the clues.
Did I tell you it was hot? And I’m way older than my youngest? Yes, we wandered around…….and around…….and around.
We had four clues and I needed to rest. Or at least catch my breath.
Every other word out of son’s mouth was, “I know where we are. We’re not lost.”
Well, of course, son. There’s the map. Piece of cake.
It was all good until I committed the deadly sin.
I asked for help.
For my attachment challenged (healing RAD) adopted son this is pretty close to treason. Kids that have a trauma background believe they don’t need any help, because they weren’t taken care of or had their needs met in their early months/years. Asking for help is a sign of weakness to them.
We had come to a point where the maze owners had employees stationed to guide people to clues or the way out. I asked for help while I was stopped, and my son got very mad at me. We had tense words with each other in the middle of a row of corn, which was compounded by the fact that I had received a call saying one of the other teams had finished first. (Later found out they took a cellphone pic and were gathering clues by looking at the map on their phone.)
The great thing about this adventure for my youngest son and I? We worked through it. In the middle of the corn field. I told him how tired I was and the fact that I was getting a migraine. He was upset that I didn’t tell him earlier because he would have slowed down and not been so anxious to win.
This is progress for us. Serious progress. I told him how proud I was that he was able to work together as a team with me and if he would give me a moment we could get the last two clues.
Here’s what I learned during our corn maze adventure:
Lessons Learned in the Corn Maze:
Being a part of a team means leading at times and following at others.
Asking for help may be humbling but often will be part of the solution.
Finishing the race can be just as important as winning.
Time spent together is a reward in itself.
Letting go of control and letting your family into your heart is worth the struggle and pain.
God gives us opportunities to learn, in every single situation, if we let Him.
Healing, like running the race, takes an investment of time and heart, but it will yield rich blessings in the end.
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