1) Gravity
2) You can't teach an old dog new tricks
So how did I end up here. Was it vanity ?
No.
Was it stupidity ?
No comment.
Image courtesy of berkeleymediatraining.co.uk
It is a natural instinct to try to simply tell them " Hey don't do that because..."
We are parents first and people second. So I constantly have to try not to get in the way of learning. No matter how tempting it is.
But who will tell me ? Who will say "that's probably not a good idea ?"
Anyway back to the story. So here I am on a pavement in Melbourne, a brand new pair of jeans shredded. Blood trickling down my leg and my dignity no where to be seen.
All because I tried to keep up with the boys.
By trying to ride a scooter.
You know the type, the ones with little skateboard wheels and a thin platform to stand on. The scooters were bought on line ( like a dad gift, that we all use) sort of like so we could get around to places faster and have some fun. I had just finished a delivering Older Son to choir practice and was returning home.
It had all gone well until now.
As I limped home the only real thought I'm entertaining is "how do I hide this from She who Knows best"
That's not going to be easy, the new jeans were a joint purchase on a recent trip to Sydney. The scab that was forming on my leg is sizable. Both will be hard to hide.
I do this because every day I see parents who just can't keep up with their kids and that makes me sad and spurs me on to not fall into this trap.
I love the fact that we run together. I love the fact that we play footy together and I will keep on trying to do all these things until I draw my last breath (or my hip disintegrates into dust)
But it has become plainly and painfully obvious that there are now somethings I would like to do or think that I can do, that I will just have to pass on.
So I stuffed the jeans into the cupboard and put the bloodied tissues in the bin. I looked into the mirror and I said out loud " Well at least you didn't land on your face "
The next day it looked like this.
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