At 30 something, I am occasionally influenced by a little voice insisting I am still young and adventurous; competive and athletic (though where the last one comes from I’m not sure since I have never been athletic.) It happened today, outside, sliding on the ice with the children. We don’t have any great hills in our yard just gentle slopes so when Sister flopped to her belly expecting a great slide and only got half an inch of forward motion Folly showed up.
Little Voice: “You should show her how it’s done.”
Me: “You need a run, Sis.”
Sister: “A what?”
Me: “A run. Here let me show you.”
Walking to the top of the slope Reason mutters: “What ARE you doing?”
“Shut up,” says Folly, “This will be fun. Besides all the COOL moms are doing it.”
I hesitate to describe the next bit because of its complete ridiculousness. Imagine a small whale bundled inside a plaid overcoat, lime green scarf trailing behind as she musters up a lumbering sort of run that takes her about 15 feet before she finally falls rather ungracefully in a lump on the ice.
“Hmm,” says Reason, “All the COOL moms, huh?”
I would have retorted with something witty but was too busy checking for broken bones. Satisfied that there were only bruises, my pride and I limped inside and had a piece of very dark chocolate - actually two. The kind that only grownups like.
Too funny!
“At 30 something, I am occasionally influenced by a little voice insisting I am still young and adventurous; competive and athletic (though where the last one comes from I’m not sure since I have never been athletic.)”
I can totally relate to that.
I feel a little ashamed at how much I laughed when I read this story. But only a little