“Run!” they said. “Don’t. Walk. Run as fast as you can!” they told me. Common sense (and the event rules) said otherwise, but I did it. I listened to those teenagers and I ran as fast as I could towards the homemade slip and slide on the giant hill. It was terrific for about half a second. Before my feet shot upwards to the moon and the back of my head smacked the hard ground. Very. Hard.
I do not remember much about the rest of that long, awkward slide to the bottom of the hill. When it was all said and done, I had a throbbing headache, a knot on my head roughly the size of Asia, and not a shred of dignity left. I think it was what many would call a humbling experience. And also an excellent reminder that I am not anywhere close to thirteen anymore. This little shenanigan also earned me the distinction of having my very first (and hopefully last) concussion diagnosis. From a homemade slip and slide. At the urging of teenagers. You might think this all happened when I was young and stupid, but unfortunately this was only last summer. *sigh*
Sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind and try something new. And sometimes that is a very, very bad idea. And sometimes it is very difficult to discern between the two. As much as I like to paint myself conservative, I crave the thrill of doing something totally different.
Yesterday, Lovey was telling me her Bible story from her Sunday class. It was Jonah and the Whale. She recounted every minute detail, even commenting that Jonah should have paid more attention to his mother when he was growing up. (Yes!) Lovey is a fantastic storyteller and as she speaks, we banter. I intermittently comment and she shoots back and it is always time well-spent. At one point, I said, “Well, I sure hope a whale doesn’t come and swallow me!” She was quick to respond with that sassy 4-year-old eye-roll, complete with hand gesture, “Mom. We live in Iowa. There is no ocean here. Not even any water. Besides you never even leave the house. You will not get swallowed by a whale… ever!”
First things first. I am pretty sure I leave the house a lot more than she realizes. In fact, I feel like I am not here nearly enough. (Seriously, the proof is in the size of my laundry pile.) But she definitely got me thinking about the thrill of new adventures, accompanied by a little risk. Perhaps it is time to try something newish…
Love & Coffee.