Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
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Picture a horse on roller skates. Got it? That’s how I felt last night at the boys’ school roller skating party.
I picked the boys up from school at 4:00, and took them straight to their tae kwon do class which started at 4:45. Class ended at 5:30. Once they changed their clothes, I drove them across the street to the roller skating place for the party which started at 6:00.
At first, I had no intention of skating with them. But then we got inside and I was hit with a wave of nostalgia. This was the very same building where my school had roller skating parties when I was a kid. And nothing had changed!
It didn’t take much coaxing for the boys to convince me to help them skate. And surprisingly, I didn’t hurt myself. In fact, I didn’t even fall, though, there were a few close calls.
At 8:00, the party ended. I packed them up, drove them home, and barely managed to get them fed and into bed by 9:00.
Yesterday left me with two thoughts. First, I don’t know how working mothers manage after school activities for multiple kids. I really don’t. And I don’t know how I am supposed to go back to work when, really, my life revolves around my boys. And I want it that way.
Second? I managed to roller skate for two hours without a trip to the emergency room. And that’s no less impressive than a horse performing the same feat.
Are you saying your as big as a horse? Kidding. But, no, for reals, that’s cool, you can still get down and roll like that. You’re only as old as you feel. And believe you me, one day, when your kids are older, they will be talking of the Roller Skate Queen Mother!
Actually, I am saying I’m as big as a horse! If not the size of a horse, I’m at least built like one. Just sorta… I dunno, big all over. Not fat big, really, but big big. You know? Like a horse.
Ah, roller skating parties. I went through a phase in elementary school where all of my birthdays consisted of going to Chuck E Cheese, then skating at the roller rink, then home for pizza and a slumber party….. It was the best of everything, and I loved it so much….
Whimsy Chick: A friend of mine took her young son to karate class (To-Do?) and he peed with the predictable puddle on the floor. So, the Instructor kept looking at the ceiling, pretty soon all the kids were. “We better move over here guys. we have a leak in the ceiling”. Clever! lol!
I’m so proud you have come along way from the “shoot the duck” coach. Brings back memories of us out there and me taking the boys ice skating.Miss those easy times.
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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