Wild Fun

Tonight, I watched a movie with the Oldest, we watched Nanny McPhee. Fun movie, not the best, not the worst, a good all around family type movie. You know, it taught crazy things like manners, and listening, and accepting consequences, getting yourself out of a pickle by using your own brain instead of someone just 'fixing' it for you. Crazy wild stuff like that. Will make for the base of some good conversations between he and I; I'll be sure of it (twinkle twinkle in my eye).

So after the movie, something came over me, and I just got silly. Sillier than silly actually. My honey was kind of wide eyed at all of it. I began to chase the Oldest around the downstairs. He LOVED it of course and it is so completely atypical of what I usually do that he was thrilled and laughing just a good old belly laugh that you don't always hear from kids. Well, you do, of course, but just not everyday. So we would get to these impasses and be staring at each other exactly opposite of one another at each others midpoint. I would have to go exactly halfway around the kitchen island to get him (and tickle him of course) and he the same to me. At one point, I was laughing so hard, my sides were aching and the base of my neck was aching (that happens to me when I laugh really hard). In my running (like a wild heathen might I add and chasing this half crazed boy) I passed a rubber radish that goes to the Littlest' Activity Garden. I held it up high and I said with a British accent (since we just watched Nanny McPhee) "might I offer you a radish little boy?" and that sent him into fits of more laughter, my husband asked me to repeat myself with his big wide eyes as he very inquisitively was trying to find answers he never would in my eyes (he was probably thinking what is WRONG with you?) and I repeated myself again, "might I offer you a radish little boy?" and even he burst out laughing. So we ran and we laughed and it got wild....I picked up a water bottle with a little bit of water left in it and I slung it at the Oldest (horrible influence, yes I KNOW I'm fully aware...) and most of it hit the wall behind him. He was stunned for a second but then I could see his eyes light up even more like "wowweee man this is FUN!!"

I finally caught him and tickled him till he fell to the floor and hit his leg on the corner of a table in the kitchen. Nice. Nice mamma huh? And literally just minutes earlier I said, "someone's going to get hurt and I bet it won't be me" ---nicer huh? Oh he was fine and we ended it all then but my husband was all 'tsk tsk'ing' me at the end and whatever to that because you know what? It was great wild fun and we never do that, I never do that. So there you go. Just yesterday I was down and overly thoughtful and crying and sad. Today the highest of highs. What is that indicitave of; can someone tell me? Never mind. I already know.----and yes as you might have guessed, when all of the hoopla quieted down, I wiped down the wall and straightened things up, everything in it's place as if nothing ever happened of course.

Try it. Do something completely uncharacteristic of yourself with someone you love dearly. Its the best gift you can give in the oddest of ways. I saw it written all over my son's face. And so it goes. I shall let go again. Not anytime soon you know, but I will.

--J