Little kids, Little kids, what are little kids good for?
We took the kids bowling for Justyn's birthday. I will just say it right up front, I AM NOT A GOOD BOWLER. But I think it's fun to do so as long as no one care what my score is, then I really enjoy playing. Ken put me on the little kids lane and he was on the big kids lane. It was perfect because my score made all the little kids feel like they were doing really well. In my defense, I had Henry in one arm, my camera in my other hand and Kate hanging on my legs so my balance and concentration level may have been slightly off. At one point, I threw the ball and it went in the gutter, again, and I turned to Kate and said, "Oh man, I'm just not a very good bowler." She wrapped her skinny little arms around my neck and said, "Listen, Mom, you are a great bowler, just like me. You just need to use my ball." "Really? You think that would help me?" "Sure," she says, "it's pink!" Then she lowers her voice and whispers in my ear, "and pink is magical." Believe it or not, using the pink ball on my next turn, I knocked most of them down. Kate came running as fast as she could to give me a hug, squealing and laughing and clapping all the way, "You did it! You did it!" That's why I have little ones, to remind me to look for magic everywhere and to be my own personal life-cheerleaders.
Bigger Kids, Bigger Kids, What are my bigger kids good for?
This morning, some friends called and invited us to go play on the lake with them in their boat. My kids have been eyeing this boat since we met them so this is the day all their dreams will come true. They are all ready to go right now and we don't even leave for 6 more hours. It's going to be a long morning. Anyways, Justyn just walked past me and he was laughing to himself. I called him back and asked him what was so funny. He said, "Well, at least you don't have to worry about wearing a swimsuit." I said, "What? I have a swimsuit." He laughed, "I know, but I know you and you will definitely be too embarrassed to wear it." "No I won't." His laughing stopped instantly and a look of sheer terror crossed his face. "You're
not going to wear it,(pause) are you?" "Are
you going to be embarrassed if I do?" He quickly nodded his head yes. Now I'm the one laughing, "Oh yes, my dear, your mother is definitely going to be wearing a swimsuit today, out in public. Don't worry, I'll be sure you get to hang out with me ALL DAY LONG." Desperately he said, "But,...your a....mom!" I put my arm around him, "Ah yes,
my son, I'm often reminded of that small detail." He turned and walked away shaking his head and I heard him mumble under his breath, "Oh man, and I was hoping this was going to be a fun day." HeHeHe!!! This is
so going to be a fun day!!! However, he is right. I'm not a big swimsuit person so I was already having doubts of my own. In his most gentle but totally honest way, Justyn has helped my feel even more self-conscious about my super white, slightly unfit, yes,-I-really-had-all-those-kids body. Yes,yes, my bigger kids do a great job at keeping me humble.
Teenagers, Teenagers, what can they
possibly be good for?
I was visiting with my neighbor the other night, and she made the comment, "My husbands young men think I'm hotter than he does." Zach was sitting there with me and he chuckled out loud and said, "Oh yeah!" Since he just happens to be one of her husbands young men, I turned to him with a look of shock and disbelief on my face. He looked at me and quickly cleared his throat and added, "Umm, yeah, I've heard some of the
other young men talking about that. We really love to hang out over here!" Then he looked at her and said, "S, you rock!" "See," she said, and then we continued on with our conversation while, behind my back, I'm frantically trying to shew Zach off to play someplace else. I am clueless when it comes to this teenage thing. I failed my own teenage years miserably. I've decided that the one thing that this age is definitely good for is the whole shock factor thing. I never have any clue what to expect next, and most of the time, what does come out, puts me into a mild state of shock and I often find myself gracefully trying to deal with my reactions, often times while surrounded by people in a public setting. It's really good for my stress level. I figure, I'll either learn to leave them all home, or I'll get better at lightening up and remembering how to enjoy life a little more, the way he does. After all, LIFE ROCKS!
So, the next time you need some no-fluff honestly in your life, get yourself a kid. If you need help finding one, depending on the day, I might have a few spares on hand. And mine are 100% guaranteed to keep it all real,
all the time!