23 March 2009
But not this weekend.
First of all she got me on the boat with the baby instead of sitting on the sidelines as usual. Bliss! It was fabulous. The lake was calm, the day was perfect, the kids' eyes were shining. Nic's hubby Phil even let us help "drive the boat". And to think I could have been hibernating back at the house with a book under the pretext of looking after the baby??!!
With much trepidation I started pedalling... and found to my surprise that I remembered how to do it (funny that).
Nic called out, "Simone your ass looks great from here!" Hahaha, whatever, Nic! Kind of you to say so though!
Dash was grinning and racing ahead, showing off his skills. The sun was starting to set and it looked as if the whole sky was on fire.
Words can't really express the feeling of joy, delight, exhilaration to be biking along that gorgeous lake front at sunset with my son. Magic.
So of course the next day, when it was a trip to the thermal pools, did I pike out and sit on the side?? No way. Togs on, in the water, playing with my kids. Something my own mum never did. I don't remember ever seeing her swimming. Ever. She was the observer, the serious one, the person who got things done. My dad was the fun guy. Somehow I had slipped into that pattern.
But no more. I began to recognise the bad habits I'd gotten into the other week when I was unwell and having those mortal thoughts. What would the kids remember about me if I was gone?
I am determined to keep stepping out of my comfort zone; to be more active, have more adventures, stop being just the observer, recorder and sideline cheer-squad.
So watch this space - there will be more swimming, bike riding and adventures for me from now on, I promise!