New Castle News

May 7, 2013

Kali Davies-Anderson: Want a scoop? There’s nothing cooler than a trip for ice cream

Kali Davies-Anderson
New Castle News

NEW CASTLE — I always joke with a friend that I am in line for the proverbial Mother of the Year award.

I am not sure if there is such an award, but if there were it is highly unlikely that it would be bestowed upon me. This is not to say that I do not think I am a good mother, but as I reflect on certain, um, parenting decisions, I find that I have made questionable choices on more than one occasion with the hopes of pleasing, calming, reasoning with and oftentimes bribing my toddler.

I would like to think, however, that she will forget the little things here and there and that her experiences as a child will be markedly more memorable than some of my disciplinary choices. After all, who grows up and remembers that their mother would all but hand them her jagged but colorful watermelon knife if she thought it would prevent some kind of meltdown?

So, in lieu of Mother’s Day, I would like to reflect on one memory from my own childhood that while simple and understated, is a summation of the childhood that I want my kids to remember.

Said memory involves a minivan, a herd of cows and ice cream.

One of my earliest memories is being packed in the car with all of my sisters (we must’ve liked each other better then, because that sounds like the start of a nightmare to me now) and driving to our favorite New Wilmington ice cream place. I always knew it was summer when we got to the blinker at the intersection in New Wilmington. I remember being jittery with anticipation, not as much for the ice cream but for the adventure of it.

When we pulled into the parking lot we would first sit for about 10 minutes, mulling over all of the different flavors. I don’t know that I ever got anything other than Red Raspberry, but it was exciting to make that decision nonetheless. After getting our ice cream we would run in the field behind the business. There were always cats and ducks and maybe sometimes a rabbit or two to pet (in other words, chase relentlessly while they searched for somewhere to hide).

Since we were growing up in the city, we were never exposed to such creatures and I loved nothing more than to frolic in the field with the different creatures. After what was usually over an hour of socializing, we all packed back into the car and headed home. Usually though, my parents would take the “long way” so that we could pass a field of cows. I don’t know why it was so thrilling to pass the spotted steers eating grass near the road and beep the horn, but every time we did it, I might as well have been at Disney World.  

It all seems quite anti-climactic to me now. However, as a child and even young adult, it seemed like the most special thing we could have done. I have since gone back as an adult and it still feels reminiscent of my childhood.

I think it is important to remember, in this day and age, that sometimes it is the simpler times that can bring the most joy to people, children especially. Yes, vacations, shopping trips and elaborate birthday parties are nice, but sometimes, as cliché as it may sound, all we really need is a long drive with the windows down and a few scoops of our favorite ice cream.