This post by Jennifer Flaten
My mother has a horrible sense of direction. This woman can get lost in a parking garage. I know this, yet one fine fall day I let her lead me and my kids into a corn maze.
In my defense, we had my stepfather along, who has an excellent sense of direction, so I wasn’t worried. Plus, this was a small maze at the local pumpkin farm, certainly not one of the giant mazes that can be seen from space, so I felt confident we could find out way out.
It was a lovely fall day, just warm enough that you didn’t need a coat while enjoying all the wonderful fall fun at the pumpkin farm. We entered the maze laughing, but after wandering around among the corn stalks for 45 minutes it started to get mighty hot and no one was laughing anymore.
After yet another wrong turn, I was dripping sweat and the kids were starting to complain they were thirsty. A pint-sized revolt was brewing. We needed to get out of there ASAP.
I couldn’t believe we couldn’t find our way out. I was starting to get really irritated. I mean, come on this was a maze for children! How could three adults manage to get lost in the maze. I briefly considered letting the kids lead the way.
Forgetting that little kids repeat everything they hear, my step dad jokingly said he hoped we wouldn’t die in the maze. Immediately, one kid burst into tears, and the other two kids started repeatedly asking, “are we going to die in here?”
Driven to near madness by toddler Greek chorus my step dad said he was going make his own exit. My mom, an award winning rule follower was aghast!! He couldn’t do that, it was breaking the rules; you had to find your way out on via the path.
She was positive we would find the exit any minute now. Grumbling my step dad set off towards the side of the maze. I had my choice follow Captain Bligh or take part in my Stepdad’s mutiny. I chose mutiny.
I followed my step dad as he bulled his way through the cornstalks and led us outside the maze. Finally free of the maze, the kids cheered grandpa. My mom, knowing when to admit defeat and not wanting to spend another minute in the maze of doom followed us out.
To this day if my mom attempts to lead us anywhere we say, “Remember the corn maze” and someone else takes the lead.