crazy
The Sledding Hill
“Come sledding,” they said.
“You HAVE to try this hill at least once!” he said.
I watched my boys slide down the hill one by one. Screaming when the sled didn’t go where they wanted. Scrabbling to pull themselves back on course before the inevitable . . . WHOOSH . . . disappearing down the cliff face.
They pushed the sled into my hands. “Your turn.”
“I don’t know about this,” I said. But I sat on it anyway. I stared down the sledding path a long time before my sons got tired of waiting and helped me along with a big push.
“You’re welcome!” they called as I screamed down the hill and scrabbled to get back on course.
And then WHOOSH! I was speeding down a cliff face and hurtling towards the road, and then it was over. I came to a stop and all that remained was to hike back up.
“Ready to go again?” They grinned. It wasn’t really a question.
But I didn’t. I watched them sliding and screaming and hurtling down the cliff. I snapped picture after picture. And I was content.
Because sometimes, it’s okay to leave the crazy to others.
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I’m back!! And I have so much I could tell you. So much that you’d be astounded by my amazingly full summer. These events might include but are not limited to:
- The losing of my dignity when not one bottle of orange soda, but TWO, exploded in my car and all over me. (And yes, children are involved.)
- The entering of the wrong sex bathroom . . . and not noticing until exiting the stall to find a MAN at the urinal that I also failed to notice.
- The forgetting of my wallet as the only money-bearing person of the travelling group . . . and NOT noticing until I have driven beyond the point of no return. (This “not noticing” thing seems to be a trend)
- The epic battling against a swarm of mosquitoes that invaded our vessel when we pulled over for an emergency of the unpleasant-smelling kind.
- The helpless watching of my son who not only puked all over the McDonald’s booth, but somehow managed to splatter everyone in our very large group.
Yep. My summers are always epic, and I have rules to share and everything. But I am not going to talk about these things today.
Nope.
Because today I actually have a GOOD experience to talk about. And not just good.
AWE. SOME!
Have you ever met someone online who is the bomb? The kind who inspires and lifts and makes you want to be not just a better writer, but a better person? And then you learn they are not only the bomb, but a kindred spirit . . . and not just any old kindred spirit, but one who GETS your crazy, AND has the same crazy herself?!! Someone who would do this (not to mention this and THIS) for the sake of solidarity and connecting with others?
When Amy Sonnichsen and I “met,” we lived on opposite sides of the country and I never thought I might get the chance to meet her in person. But this summer the stars aligned and it actually happened!
She is even more fun in person. We had a blast together, and as co-founders of the Hacky Sack Club, you KNOW we had to video something. *Big grin*
Alas, blogger is stubbornly refusing to let me post said video, but you can watch it here or here.
Have any of you gotten to meet a blogging/twitter/online friend? How’d it go?