I was riding passenger in the car the other day when we went through a yellow light. Instantly I kissed my hand and slapped the roof of the car. Mike (my BF) who was driving just started laughing and asked me where that had come from. I have know idea what possessed me to do that, but at that particular moment in time, something triggered a memory of us doing that as kids in the car.
That’s been happening to me a lot lately. I’ve been reminiscent about the summers of my childhood. I saw a kid riding a bike, rather quickly down a hill, with no feet on the pedals and hands stretched high into the air. Wow! My only thought was that kid is FEARLESS! Slowly replaced by the mom in me thinking ” that kid needs a helmet”…lol. I was quite the daredevil on my bike in the day. As a matter of fact, I wrecked my bike so much that my Dad nicknamed me Mario Andretti.
It’s so refreshing to look at kids playing outside. Living large in the hot summer sun. Playing outside until the night steals the last little bit of daylight. No cares, living footloose and fancy free. Running across gravel barefoot like it doesn’t hurt one bit. Calculating from the sound of the ice cream truck music, just how far away it is. Innocence and freedom.
So I decided to have a new summer moto: “I AM NOT TO OLD FOR THIS”
The next time my kids want to roll down a huge hill instead of saying “You go ahead”; I’m going to say “race you to the bottom.” Doesn’t that sound like so much fun.!? The best part of this whole new moto of mine is that I know I’m going to have fun doing it, but my kids are going to think that I am the funniest coolest mom ever. That is worth every grass stain, scrape, and cut that this summer might give me.
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