Paying it Forward...
This blog entry is a little short, but I’m in the middle of my family vacation in Orlando and I have to say that this is the first time in my life that I’ve really feel old. I started this trip boasting on how I was going to show my kids how it was done. Now I just want to show them how I can sit on a bench to wait for them to finish. I used to be the rollercoaster queen, but that has definitely changed. There were a few moments I thought I was going to vomit all over the place.
Sorry for the visual.
The hard part is hiding my discomfort from my kids. They’re having a blast, which they’d better be, but the mouse has taken me for all I’m worth and then some. Anyway, my kids turn to me and my husband after every ride and ask us to rate how cool we thought the ride was. I plaster an over excited smile over my face and answer “Awesome” with two thumbs way in the air before they lead us to the next queasy stomach adventure. I’m starting to think I could actually say anything I wanted and they would smile and lead me to the next ride anyway. Seriously, I’m going to try it tomorrow.
Kid: “Mom, How was that ride?”
Me: “It nearly killed me and I think I saw my life flash before my eyes.”
Kid: “So, that has to be at least a 7.5 out 10, right? OOOOoo, this next one might actually finish you off. Say “Hi” to God when you see him, but don’t stay too long; we have other rides to get to, okay?”
Yeah, I’m sure that’s how that conversation would most likely play out if they acknowledged what I had to say in the first place. Don’t get me wrong; I’m so enjoying that my kids are having a ball and that alone is worth everything. I just hope they remember this when they’re grown and I’m old. Yes, I expect to be able to turn in my parenting points for premium care in my elder years and I plan on being around for a long while.
As you might’ve read in my bio, I’m a nurse as well as a writer, so I would like to think I’ve gotten a realistic view on life and death. However, I do ask God for one little itsy bitsy favor: I would like my parents to live into their nineties. I’ve decided that by then I would be fine with the process of them going off to heaven without me for a while. By then I’ll be in my seventies and old myself (no offense to any of my mature, grown and sexy readers). Anyway, I also want my husband and I to live into our nineties so my kids will be old… I’m sure you get my drift. So I guess I’m actually paying it forward at the moment.
Well, after this movie is over I’m off to bed so tomorrow I can rack up some more points in my behalf. Good night and God bless.
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