Last night I picked up C from the babysitter, and he “wanted to do something fun.” According to him, we never do anything fun. I asked him what fun thing he’d like to do, and he said he wanted to go to the playground at his school. Now, I thought this was a bit silly as he’s there 5 days a week. But who am I to tell him what is fun and what is not fun…
I drove us to the school, and we made our way back to the playground, me armed with a book I just got sucked into. (Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs…I’m only halfway through, but it’s great, read it if you haven’t yet!) C played wallball with another kid for a bit, then he had to leave. Once he left C asked if I wanted to go on the swings with him. I decided that, sure, I could go for some swinging. I was still in my work clothes…but swinging is one of those great activities you can do while wearing most anything.
I forgot how freeing swinging is. As I was soaring back and forth with my son by myside I felt amazing. C and I talked about all kinds of things while flying through the air. I actually giggled at one point. I felt child-like again. It was an amazing feeling.
C finally got bored of swinging and asked if I wanted to hopscotch with him. Feeling all liberated and juvenille from the swings, I readily agreed. He found a suitable stick to use, and I let him go first. Now, his rules were a little different than the ones I remembered, so he had to explain them to me. So, then it is my turn. I toss the stick and it amazingly lands 5 squares down. Woo-hoo!!! Not too shabby for my first throw! Then it’s time to jump. And I panick. And don’t move.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am a huge klutz. I often have bruises from walking into walls. Bruises I don’t know where they came from. I’ll trip over thin air. But now…now I’m playing hopscotch in 3 and half inch stilletos. A thought that never crossed my mind until the very second I was about to jump.
But I did it! I jumped…and I played the entire game. I am positive that I looked like the biggest moron in the world….but I did it. And I didn’t complain about it once. Because C and I were having fun.
You better bet it won’t happen again though! My feet ached like crazy afterwards!
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