I want to send out a heartfelt Thank You to all of the people that left comments or sent me email wishing me luck on my surgery and a speedy recovery. I guess all things considered, I am having a speedy recovery. It doesn't feel that way, though. :( My husband described it well to a family member that called last night to see how I am doing. He said, "Well, she was extremely bad, then it was very, very bad. Right now it is just very bad." I'm seriously looking forward to bad. :)
Here's a story I told the children last night at dinner. I actually started it last night and have been adding to it slowly as I was feeling up to it. It only took me about four or five 10 minute sessions. haha How pathetic am I?
A little over a year ago I was playing the role of single mom while my husband was working on the opposite coast repairing our house from a fire (long story). I decided it would be fun to take the children to Golden Gate Park (we were living in San Francisco) to ride their bikes. They were still using training wheels and couldn't yet go very fast, so I walked along beside/behind them. I decided to park about half a mile from the playground so they could ride, then play at the playground, then ride back.
This is what is called a Bad Idea. You see, there are a lot of hills between where I parked and the playground. At every hill Erin insisted on getting off the bike while I pushed it and Teddy insisted on riding his bike up the hill. There was not a single hill up which Teddy could ride. He tried his little heart out on each hill but just couldn't make it. I ended up pushing both bikes up every hill while trying to make sure that the children didn't run off. Twice I lost a bike. Once it just fell over. The other time, to my horror, it rolled all the way back to the bottom. Needless to say, by the time we reached the playground, I was frazzled and frustrated.
About 30 seconds after reaching the playground I realized this, too, was a Bad Idea. The playrgound in Golden Gate Park is huge - no it's humongous. There a 4 different large play areas with lots of alcoves and tubes in which to hide. Each time I located one child I would lose the other.
Boy was it funny to hide from Mommy. She can't find me! This is a blast! I wonder how long before she finds me? There she is calling my name again. Hah! Ha ha ha! She'll never find me in here.
15 minutes into playrgound fun it was Time To Go. NOW.
I get the children over to the bikes. We walk 10 feet and I realize the only way out of the playground is up a Big Hill. Great. Isn't that just great. Erin doesn't even bother getting on her bike - she just walks it over to me. She then runs up the hill - and I can't see her. I start to panic because it's very crowded. I yell to her and she comes back and stands at the top of the hill. I tell Teddy to get off of his bike so I can push it. Teddy insists that he can ride his bike up the hill.
Teddy: I can do it, Mommy!
Me: Teddy, just let Mommy push it so we can catch up with Erin.
Teddy: No! I can do it!
Me: No, Teddy, you can't.
Teddy: Yes, I can!
(I look up and see Erin start walking away)
Me: Teddy, you can't do it! You can't make it up the hill.
Teddy: Yes! I want to try!
Me: Teddy I know you can't make it just let me do it, please!
Right in the middle of this conversation, 3 young men (early twenties) ride up near us on their bikes. They are serious bike riders. They have expensive bikes and all of the equipment. They see my exchange with Teddy over his wanting to ride up the hill. They look at me with disgust like I'm a horrible mother. Then, to my dismay, they lean down to Teddy and say, "You can do it! You can make it up the hill!"
I can not even describe the anger I felt at these guys. I was livid. Worse than that, they actually made me feel guilty. Was I a horrible mother? Was I discouraging him? I worried over this through three more hills. It was when I lost a bike (all the way to the bottom) on the third hill that I realized I wasn't a horrible mother. The heck with those jerks. Let them live the last hour I lived and then see if they don't do the same thing.