I went to pick my son and his friend up from school today. Because it’s absolutely gorgeous out, we stayed on the playground for awhile so that they could run around like the wild animals they are before coming home to let their BeyBlades rip.
My sons friend ran off with some kids to play soccer while my son did stunts on the swing. Well, he thought they were stunts, pumping his legs to get as high as he can before the death-defying feat of jumping off while the swing was in it’s highest position. He goes flying through the air with the semi-greatest of ease and lands on his knees while I have visions of split shin and calf bones and an emergency hospital visit.
After a few times of him defying my death, he decides he needs to show me some really cool, lesser known features of his school. A really cool river that runs behind it, fenced off to keep explorers like him from drowning during recess. But, there is a little glitch in their system, a path a little away from the playground where there is an entrance to this tranquil area where the river widens a bit and ducks float around chatting amongst themselves, generally undisturbed until troublemakers like my son come along to momentarily disturb their ecosystem.
After searching for frogs and turtles, which where nowhere to be seen, we went back to the swings for him to tempt leg breaking, mommy heart-attacking fate.
I decided to swing alongside him, minus the stunt.
He was talking and talking away to me, to the point where I have no clue what he was talking about because one thought melded into another and another. Gee, I wonder where he gets that from?
Suddenly, he turns to me and asks, “Mommy, do I make you feel young again?” He was smiling sweetly, his eyes twinkling.
I smiled back at him and replied, “Sure honey. You make me feel light and happy. But, I really don’t feel all that old to begin with.”
He laughed like I had made the funniest joke, his head tossed back toward the sky and said, “Well Mom, you really should because you really ARE old.”
Um…excuse me honey. I have to go get my cane. I need its support, not to walk but to smack your bottom.