Today, I took my boy to do the last few things on our Winter Break bucket list. I am not a SuperMom by any means and don’t normally do bucket lists for breaks, but I was fortunate enough to have almost the entire break off with my kids for the first time ever and didn’t want us all driving each other crazy, so I made a list of things we could do on break. I asked the kids what they wanted to do and we ended up with this list that was made and now, me being me, we had to complete it. #Accidentalbucketlist
One of the things on our list was going to an indoor trampoline park in town called Skyzone. It was very important to my boys that I not only take them to this place, but I actually participate. This is something I have never done, but agreed to do for my boys.
In the past, I have not been a jumper. I have not been a participant in many of the activities I have taken my kids to. It started off as always having a younger child to tend to and ended up as I never thought I wanted to do those things. I was perfectly happy letting my kids have a blast while enjoying watching, Not Doing. I was the mom who paid to sit in the massage chair while watching her kids gleefully jump. My kids never complained about me not participating, so I thought we were all good. Besides, after birthing three children naturally, I was a little afraid jumping might be a bit too much. Plus, I am getting old and might sprain something, pull something or otherwise jumble my body in some painful way. The list of reasons not to do it far outweighed any reason I could think of to do it.
I guess I was lost. Maybe I had forgotten how to have fun. I really think I may have for some years. I was so busy taking care of everyone, everything, schedules and the house that I didn’t feel like having fun would be able to fit into my life. Even when I took my kids to a place to have fun, my fun was the few minutes I got to sit alone and know they were taken care of. Rest. Rest was my fun.
But that isn’t fun. That is rest. While it can be helpful and much needed, rest and fun are different things. I was never the fun parent. I was always the one who made sure things got done and got done on time. Now, I have had to figure out a way to be both. Some family members and close friends have helped take my boys to do fun things and that has allowed me to not have to do it all by myself, but there must be something different about it from my boys’ point of view. They wanted their mom to not only take them somewhere fun, but to be a part of it. How could I say no?
So, I jumped. I swung from things into foam pits, I ran up a warped wall trying to reach the top, I got to feel like I was on American Gladiators and fight Jack on a balance beam with those rubber, q-tip looking things (I won, by the way). All with my boys. Charlie and I swung from a trapeze thing several times in a row and I watched Jess Jr. win an epic game of trampoline dodgeball against at least 15 other kids. It was SO FUN.
Granted, I drank far less liquid ahead of time to prepare my aging body and I actually did pull something in my foot on that warped wall, but it was worth it. My boys had fun and so did I and I am sure they will have fond memories of this day for a long time.
I’ve never been a jumper, but Today, I Jumped.
(Ok, so really it was yesterday, but…whatever!)
MAKE GOOD CHOICES.
~Love & Light, Sarah