i'm the mother of a very courageous little boy.
john and i took the kids jet skiing in mexico.
knowing riley's love for speed, john, um, "volunteered" to ride with her. and when i say "volunteered" i mean he pulled my hair, poked me in the eye, and dislocated my knee as we were racing to see who got to her jet ski first.
nah, not really. but we both really, really wanted to ride with her because we both like to go really, really fast.
in contrast, wyatt sometimes tells me to slow down when i'm pushing him around the grocery store in their racecar shopping carts. "too fast" he'll tell me.
too fast? i've only got 2 wheels that are spinning regularly ... the third is tangled up in some kind of string they use to truss up hams and the fourth is not even touching the ground. it's not possible to go "too fast" in a rig like this.
but a jet ski ... ah, there's some speed for ya.
john and i once jet skiied all the way around paradise island and the atlantis resort twice in our allotted time when we'd been warned we'd be pushing it to make it around once.
his hind quarters looked like he'd been sitting on a cheese grater when he was done (something about little mesh swimsuits inside the outside swimsuit ... guys, i feel for ya.)
anyway, i drew the short jet ski straw with wyatt as my riding buddy.
we got on. i "accelerated" enough to move us a foot or two off shore and he started ordering me to "SLOW DOWN!"
bummer.
so, keeping us just out of a stall, we head out in to the caribbean ocean.
my son and i.
the first ten minutes went something like this:
wyatt: SLOW DOWN!
me: I CAN'T GO ANY SLOWER
jet ski: STALL
wyatt: SLOW DOWN!
me: I CAN'T. THE JET SKI IS OFF
then the next fifty minutes went something like this:
wyatt: SLOW DOWN!
me: I CAN'T GO ANY SLOWER
jet ski: STALL
wyatt: SLOW DOWN!
me: I CAN'T. THE JET SKI IS OFF
but then our hour on the jet skis was over and we went to the poolside restaurant for lunch. there, wyatt proceeded to point out very loudly, as an obviously european fellow strolled by in his speedo, that YOU DON'T WEAR YOUR MAN PANTIES OUTSIDE.
and i fell back in love with him immediately.
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Just found your blog and in reading this post it brought major tears to my eyes. I sighed, "Aww, I miss Lori Jackson." You are a role model to me as a Mom, a marketer and just a powerful woman in your own right. I can't tell you what it means to me that we were able to get humble and come home to our real family. We want you to know that you guys were a big "attractor factor" in that decision. We love you and can't WAIT to see you guys in Vegas!!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Melissa