Confession: “I Hate Jumping on Trampolines!!!!”
I just got back to the office from undergoing my first ever MRI.
Do you know why I had an MRI? Because the doctor thinks I tore my meniscus. I didn’t even know I had one. . .
And do you know what? I don’t even like jumping on the trampoline. In fact, I hate jumping on that thing. Think about it: Where did it get me? On my back for 45 minutes in a hospital – which would not have been so bad were I not listening to somebody using a jack-hammer inside the machine I was encased in!
You know what I thought? “I’m never jumping on that bloomin’ trampoline again! I don’t like it anyway!”
I mean, I don’t know WHY Luke wants me to jump with him EVERY SINGLE DAY. I can’t do flips. I’m too tall and fat to jump hard. I can’t throw them in the air (their mom would panic!). I just jump with him. Up and down. Down and up. Up and down. So, I determined that I would never get on that springy-accident-waiting-to-happen-mass-of-frustration again.
I also thought (well, I couldn’t sleep – the guy with the jack-hammer was WAY too loud!) about why in the world Seth wants ME to throw baseball with him . . . EVERY SINGLE DAY! I’m not a good pitcher. I don’t know how to help him swing a bat right. I don’t have any cool stories of hitting a homer in the bottom of the ninth or pitching a shut out game. I never even played organized baseball. I just pitch with him. That’s all. Back and forth. Forth and back. Back and forth.
Then it hit me (no, not the guy with the jack-hammer. . . the wonderful ‘thought for the day I am about to type!) – Luke and Seth don’t care what kind of hops I have on the trampoline or what kind of heat I put on a baseball. They just want to be with ME.
They want me.
Okay, I take it back – I love trampolines.
What do you need to stop doing today so you can just be with your kids? Don’t worry. . . they just want you.
[I was thinking along these lines due to an article I read here. . . GREAT article for parents, especially for moms.]