Yesterday my husband and I took the kids to a hotel to play in the pool...you know, take a break from the salt water ocean. This pool had three waterslides. The smallest one was only six feet long and was in a shaded, cooler part of the pool. Immediately Chloe and Sam were testing it out. They loved it. They started out going slowly, nearly coming to a stop at the bottom before plopping their bodes into the water at the end. Niether could touch but hteir handy dandy water wings were doing their job and keeping them afloat. The current from the waterslide would drag them away from the stairs so one of the adults would have to "save" them and redirect to the stairs so that they could repeat. This went on for a while...I dont know how long but my lips were turning blue.
I got out of the water to warm up in the sunshine nera by. The kids walked past me hurriedly to go down over and over and each time they went by me I would ask, "Want to go down the big slide?" They would say, "No. Little slide." I even tried rephrasing and asking if they wanted to go down the medium slide. Still "No" was the answer. I sounded like a broken record after asking the water babies the twentieth time...the woman next to me warming in the sun probably thought I sounded like a broken record after only fiver repititions but she politely held her tongue.
Then I asked myself, Why? Why was I trying to pursuade them to go down the bigger slide when they were having the time of their lives on the little one. What pushes me to do that? I still don't know the answer but I can say that even by just asking myself that question, I was able to slow down and enjoy the little slide and join my now blue and shivering husband back in the shaded end of the pool with a big silly smile!
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