We are in that amazing season where the school year is wrapping up, winter/spring activities are not quite done but summer sports are already in full swing.
I call this season, “What the hell were we thinking putting our kids in all of this?”
Hanna was in a two day swim meet all weekend. When I say all weekend, I mean, short of sleeping on top of a lane rope, she was at the pool.
Monday morning, rise and shine, it’s City Track & Field Day! Followed by an out-of-town soccer game that wrapped up sometime around 10pm—well past my bedtime.
She managed to squeeze in a couple of hours of school on Tuesday and then headed to the pool to swim for an hour and a half, followed by thirty minutes of, you guessed it, more running and outdoor dry land training.
I watched her take a deep breath before the first running loop around the building. It looked like she was going to launch into some form of light jog but in that moment, just shy of collapsing, I saw my Grandma Fisher in my daughter for the very first time.
She looked wobbly on her legs, frail and afraid to step firmly on the ground. The baby bird was landing on the tips of her toes to absorb as much of her body’s mass as possible.
As she ran, she was wincing oh and did I mention the insane sunburn on her shoulders from the track meet? She looked like a bi-racial child if Ronald McDonald and I had produced any offspring.
Next up—burpees, but don’t worry, they’re not regular burpees. They’re the kind where you have to jump in the air with your arms over your head after each one. It’s the mud-infused icing on the already rancid burpee cake.
I started the van. I thought maybe I could just drive over the grass and come and rescue her.
But not before they brought out some medicine balls and started throwing them at each other. What’s the quickest way to the emergency room again? Is there any actual medicine in those things?
After a couple of seconds, I saw my Grandma/daughter attempting to bounce the weighted ball, squat quickly towards the ground, touch the pavement, clap her hands, turn three times, knees up, knees up, never let them ease up and then do it all again from a standing position.
Oh, the Doctor just said I could see her now…..
