Amazing Adventures in Parenting

       My heart was pounding fiercely in my chest.  I could hear it in my ears.  My stomach felt like someone was twisting it an ringing it out.  I could hardly breathe.  It was hot and humid in the building so I was sweating like crazy.  I don't think I've ever been that nervous in my life.  And, all I was doing was sitting in the bleachers.

     We went to my daughter's district championship swim meet this weekend.  This is her third year on the team so, it was her third year at this meet.  Her events this year were 500 freestyle, 100 backstroke, 200 medley relay, and 200 freestyle relay.  It was a particularly exciting meet for her because it was only the second time she's swam the 500 and we knew that her freestyle relay had a good chance of making state time.

     I was nervous for her during her 500.  She's been training so hard for this for weeks, working on endurance and her form.  We were counting on her dropping time during the meet.  It's fun to watch a distance swim because it lasts longer than a sprint.  But, it can be nerve wracking when you know how much the results mean to the swimmer and that swimmer is important to you.  She did fantastic!  She kept her pace the whole 20 lengths of the pool and won her heat.  Her time improved by a whole 4 seconds.

     However, it was nothing like watching her 200 relay.  That event just about killed me.  I am not kidding when I describe how I was feeling watching the relay.  My girl swam the second leg of the relay.  They had to improve their time by 1.5 seconds.  I literally could not breath.  I was terrified to watch the time on the score board.  I did not look at that until the anchor swimmer was on her way back to the block.  It would have been very easy for me to lose control of my bladder at that point.

    When the anchor swimmer hit the wall I let out this very loud yelp/squeal/scream that probably sounded like a pig dying.  I almost collapsed.  Really, I am not being dramatic here.  They managed to improve their time by 3 seconds, making state time by over a second.  They also placed 7th in that event. My baby girl is going to state this year with an awesome relay team.

     It means a trip up north.  The place they hold this meet is about 4 1/2 hours from where we live.  But, to watch my girl participate in her favorite thing at a meet she's been working towards for three years is worth it.

     Anyone that misses out on this part of being a parent has no idea how empty is their life.  I can't imagine having lived without this type of experience.  I could never have felt those feelings that strongly for myself.  I can't wait to do it again, for/with both my children.

The Marriage Games #1

     Today we had my son’s birthday party.  We held it in the fellowship hall of the church that we attend.  It was a small party with only six total kids, including our son and daughter.  The last game of the party was hide- and-seek with the lights off. 

     During the game my husband would say, “I hear footprints.” 

     Wait, What?

     I looked all over the building and could not find one footprint anywhere.  I don’t think I’ve ever heard a footprint.  Isn’t that the impression that is left behind after a foot has stepped in something soft enough for the foot to press into?  I was not aware they made noise. 

     As we were driving home something was said about all the footprints in the snow in the park.  I mentioned that they did not make noise.  After all, it’s just an impression in the snow. 

     Well, of course, my husband is a man and this meant it had to be argued. 

     Me: “Listen, do you hear the footprints.”

     Husband: “Yes, they make crunching noises”

     Me: “No, the person who walked there, may have made crunching noises with his/her FOOTSTEPS, but the footprints do not make noise.”

     Husband: “I can hear them.  When someone walks by, I can hear their footprints.”

     Me: “Those are not footprints, those are footsteps.”

     And, so it went for the entire ten minute drive home.  Of course the kids were chiming in and laughing at the whole match.  As usual in these games I threatened to break out my dictionary.  But, as I mentioned, my husband is a man and even this does not deter him from his adamancy to the point of declaring the dictionary would prove me wrong.  Of course he would do this even with proof of his botched resoning in print in front of him.

     This is not a new sport for us.  It’s just the newest form it’s taken.  We have an ongoing feud about itch and scratch.  Then there is the whole cabinet/cupboard debate in which not even Merriam Webster could convince my husband he was wrong.  

     It’s just one of our quirks that helps keep our relationship fun after almost 27 years together.  We’re both nutcases and stubborn mules which makes life pretty interesting most of the time.

     How do you keep your relationship(s) entertaining?

Hanging out with those wonderful peeps at Yeah Write again.