Last weekend, while visiting my parents in Cape Cod, I went down the slide in one of those giant inflatable kiddie pool-slide things, bruised my butt and could not stop laughing. Why is this a big deal you may wonder? Let’s start by painting you the picture that I’m the mom that rarely gets in the pool. I get the kids in their suits, sunscreen the hell out of them, make sure they have their hats, goggles and towels. I watch from the sideline but I rarely get wet.
The same thing goes when we are playing. I am the one who sets up the play, makes sure everyone has what they need and clean it up. But I struggle, like really struggle, with being in the moment and literally playing with my kids. I’m just not good at it; I get frustrated when they aren’t dealing the cards fast enough, can’t find the right puzzle piece or, can you imagine, make a mess (luckily my husband LOVES to play with them – but he doesn’t like to clean up).
So when I tell you that I took off my shorts that cover my thighs and butt, awkwardly climbed up to the top of the slide of the inflatable pool as the whole thing started to lean to one side, and, WENT DOWN THE SLIDE, it was a big deal for me.