The other day while pulling out of the driveway I notice some debris had blown into our yard and got stuck on a bush. I instantly whipped up a
story and acted excited as I pointed it out to the kids and told them it was a paper bush that I planted in the fall and that it was finally blooming! McKenzie rolled her eyes; she definitely wasn’t falling for that. But Will took it hook line and sinker.
“How many papers will it grow Mom?"
"I don’t know, I’m hoping a page a day so I can have a book-kay by spring. (Ha!)”
“Wow, that bush finishes pages faster than you Mom.”
“Thanks a lot Bud!”
The conversation got me thinking. My friend Sheri commented on
the blog I wrote the other day about Will lying. She insinuated that maybe Will has a tendency to lie or stretch the truth because he’s learning it from me. And the more I think about it the more I think she may be right. My husband calls it embellishing and whenever I give him a number, he instantly cuts the number in half before he processes what I said.
Example: “I was coming home from Cedar Rapids and I was doing
80 mph and a twelve-point buck ran in front of me and I almost hit it.” That would translate to: “On my way home from Cedar Rapids I was doing 40mph and saw a six-point buck on the side of the road.”
I admit I do embellish, it just comes out of my mouth that way for some reason.
But it’s so fun making up stories that the kids actually believe. Eventually I tell them the truth but I like to get their little minds working. So maybe Will is embellishing because he’s learning it from me and maybe someday he will be a famous author? I can only hope that he’ll use that power for good and not evil.
This morning it’s difficult for me to walk. Yesterday we took the
kids to Skate Country in Dubuque. It’s been ages since I’ve participated in the skating scene. Growing up I spent a lot of time roller skating but it’s not like riding a bike; you almost have to learn all over again. Thankfully I didn’t fall. I enjoyed following behind the children who were clinging to the wall because I would have been near the wall anyway. With kids you can make it look like you are just in the slow lane for them.
When I was a teen skating was the cool thing to do. We went to
all-night skates were we would get locked in and spend the entire night skating. We also had skate dances where you could skate for a few hours and then dance for a few hours with your skates off. I have a lot of fond memories of the roller rink. It was also there that I became obsessed with the game Centipede and would spend a large amount of time and quarters honing my skills.
Back then the cool kids had their own skates. The girls wore white leather skates with giant pom-poms on the toes. The guys wore shiny black leather skates. There were backwards skates, couple skates and we even did the Hokey Pokey in the middle of the rink because that’s what it’s all about. We ate hot dogs and popcorn at the concession stand and just enjoyed hanging out with friends.
It was the first time our kids had ever been skating and I was
apprehensive. I told them in advance that they would fall and that it would hurt. They were terrified before we even arrived but I wanted to be up front with them. As soon as McKenzie had her skates on she was red-faced and claimed she felt like she was going to throw up. William on the other hand had already fallen down several times before we hit the skating floor and he couldn’t wait to get out there.
The only major event that happened was that McKenzie fell and my
husband ran over her hair with his skates and his wheels pulled out a pile of hair! But it was okay because she has a lot of hair to spare. She didn’t even get too upset about it and when it was time to go the kids didn’t want to go, they begged to stay and want to go again next weekend.
But today my hips are not happy. I was born pigeon-toed and when I was six weeks old the doctor broke both of my legs by hand. That’s how they fixed that problem in 1968. From my 20’s on I have experienced hip pain on and off and I blame it on the doctor for breaking my legs. Falling and breaking a hip or even hurting your hips sounds like something that happens to old people. I don’t like to put myself in that category but I’m not sure now if my hips hurt because they always hurt, if I hurt them skating or if it’s because I’m old. I’m going with the doctor theory and I’m not embellishing….it really did happen.
I guess I just can’t ‘shake it’ like I used to.