They may break your bones, but that’s not really the point. My child plays outside. She falls over, gets knocked over by the dogs and other kids at daycare, not to mention her own lack of coordination at 16 months old. But she loves it – would rather be out than in no matter what the weather. Just two days ago we got home from work/daycare, and I opened the door to let the dogs out. She was out before they were, and no sooner had I turned and walked toward the sink (about 10 steps away) I heard a smack, followed by a cry. One of the dogs probably knocked her over, and from where she was sitting I can imagine it was just as she was going down the small step (which she had mastered weeks ago) onto the patio. I didn’t see a single mark on her, and she wasn’t holding her face or anything, so I assumed she had just had a shock and held her until she stopped crying.
For those of you who don’t know what a “level 5” swimmer is, think flip turns, the butterfly, freestyle for a long way, breast stroke for a long way, good backstroke form…overall a pretty darn good swimmer. At age five, I think pretty impressive by any standard. Keaton certainly didn’t come into this earth a swimmer, like all kids or adults, depending on when you start, swimming is a life skill like any other sport. It takes time, dedication, great instruction and repetition to get good at it.
It’s no wonder Glenda the Good traveled by bubble! I can think of very few things not GOOD about bubbles. They might be a little messy at times and they don’t last very long, but they are so GRAND in their fragility. Bubbles are a beautiful analogy for life itself. And frankly, I believe they can change the world. They certainly have the power to change mine.
Growing up a competitive swimmer made me into a working machine. I loved waking up at 5:30am to swim countless miles, the friendships I made, and the hard worker it turned me into. I started swimming at the age of nine, when my parents decided to build a pool in the backyard of our southern Louisiana home. My parents completely forgot to put me in swim lessons growing up and by the time the pool was built, they were apprehensive about my swim ability. Luckily, my parents put me into the pool and I began to swim all the competitive strokes almost perfectly. They could not believe their eyes; it was my knack! I then went on to swim competitively for ten years and ended my career right before college. There was something about swimming that was addicting to me, it made me feel free and effortless and put my mind at ease.
The first 18 months were a blur….3 of everything….3 car seats, 3 cribs, 3 feedings, 3 babies crying, 3 bed time routines, 3 crawlers/toddlers to chase around….and 1 tired mommy! I was not prepared for having 3 babies at once, but like everything else in life, you find creative ways to manage.
It is true what they say about twins holding a special bond, or connection one could say. However, there are a lot of things they don’t tell you. Being a twin is more common now then it was when I was growing up. My brother and I were considered a special rarity, two for the price of one. Being a mom brings its own challenges as it is, and there is a reason moms are called superwoman. Being the mom of multiples should have its own kind of name. Something more along the lines of a cartoon that was around when I was younger called “Go Go Gadget,” that was my mom. I don’t know how she did it, but her and my dad did a great job!
I have always had fond memories of my cabin. It was an escape as a child. Not that children really need an escape but it was the best part of summer. It was secluded far back into the Rocky Mountains in the Sawtooths. It wasn’t one of those cabins where everyone went to a time share on a paved road and enjoyed the ruggedness of only 3 channels on the TV. We had no pluming, it was all dirt roads, and all the electricity and pluming we had was from a generator we had in back. It wasn’t exactly roughing it, seeing that it was still a cabin, but it was away enough from civilization that you could feel free again.
When I grew up, my Mom stayed at home until I was five when we moved to a new house across town. I have two sisters, my older sister who is 2 years older than me and I also have a twin sister. Needless to say we were a busy house. We started going to a local day care center for about a year after we moved in and then our neighbor started watching us after school until my Mom got home from work. She had four kids of her own which made for a lot of fun afternoons. I never questioned how things got done around our house, they just did. Now that I am a Mom, and I work full time, I now know how things get done. Through our community, a village.
The first week of April is just any other week in the year for most people. For me, on the other hand, it's a different story. The snow begins to thaw, the flowers begin to bloom, and my phone gradually progresses from buzzing once a day, to non-stop notifications signifying the beginning of the most exhilarating season of the entire year… Baseball Season.
A motorbike, that is. It’s a bit of a stretch, I know, but think about it for a moment. Both sports can be dangerous, as almost anything fun can be. Doing either one simply for the love of the experience is worth the risks when you love what you are doing, but you can minimize those risks by improving your skill set. Take professional lessons.
When I had my son everyone, including our pediatrician, warned me about the witching hour. That glorious time of day where your newborn is fussy and it is nearly impossible to console, let alone get anything done because you are wearing holes in the hallway or doing squats while singing. Really, doing whatever it takes to keep your baby from crying, counting the minutes until your husband gets home and takes over while you cook dinner. As the witching hour phase passed we entered a new phase, the phase no one warned me about! For me, it was a much less enjoyable stage - the one where my husband and I were both back to work… and someone still had to make dinner.