“Mom, you have GOT to learn to roller blade! These things are AWESOME!” I hear at 7:45 a.m. coming from my driveway….
1. I despise roller blading
2. I haven’t had coffee
3. I am still in my PJs and there is no way I am going out of the house, donning a helmet and putting my feet into holders on wheels right now.
“Little man I say, I’ll think about it” thinking I’m buying myself some time, at least enough to enjoy my coffee and watch the Today Show.
“Mom, you are just no fun anymore” he replies.
Typically this comment wouldn’t bother me. However, this was the 2nd time in a week that my little man has pointed out that I am not as fun as I used to be.
Last week he went for a scooter ride and I went for a run. We did 2 miles and were pretty hot and exhausted. Since we were at the beach, we took off our socks and shoes and went to the ocean. My little man dove right into the water. I watched. I didn’t want to get my workout clothes sandy and I really didn’t want to swim in just my sports bra and shorts. Plus, my little man is a great swimmer now and doesn’t need me to hold onto him in the ocean. I was standing at the water’s edge so proud of him for being a good swimmer, when he asked me to come in and play. I said no. I told him to swim closer to the shoreline. He asked again for me to ride the waves. I said no and warned him about the undertow.
After he got out and we dried off he commented that I no longer swim with him. “Remember when you used to go running and then jump right into the ocean with me Mommy?” Yep, I do remember that, and it was a lot of fun I thought. I told him that I don’t have to do that anymore because he is such a strong little man that he doesn’t need me to help him. He replied that “I’m just not silly anymore.”
That stung.
I guess that while I was on my mission of teaching my little man independence and confidence I got sidetracked. Instead of focusing on fun and laughing I have been trying to teach him how to entertain himself and make friends with the other kids at the beach.
I learned that night that I really need to just let go more often. While my little man doesn’t need me to hold his hand in the ocean he still may need me to help him catch the perfect wave and share some good memories. I promised him the next time we run I’ll go swimming with him after.
That being said, I do draw the line at rollerblading. Sorry happy blog readers, but I am just NOT getting onto those things. They scare the daylights out of me and my little man cannot convince me otherwise. But, I know he will try….
