The Day I was a Fun Mom

I think of myself as a good mom.  I definitely have my bad days, my off days, but overall I feel like I do a pretty good job.  But somewhere along the path of motherhood, I seem to have lost some of my sense of fun, some of my sense of adventure.

But yesterday, yesterday I was the fun mom.

The day began ordinarily, actually that is a bit of a lie, it was actually cloudy and even raining a bit, a way too rare thing for California.  As I watched the drops gently fall,(it was kind of an odd rain) I wondered if my kids would still have swim lessons, they did.

After swim lessons we had been invited to a friends house for a pool day.  We went home, I dug my bathing suit out of the bottom drawer, where it hasn't seen the light of day since last summer, and we were off to the pool.

We were the first ones to arrive, but others soon joined us.

The kids were having fun swimming, sliding down the slide, jumping off the waterfall, while the moms had our chairs in a row visiting and chatting.  It was actually pretty perfect.

The clouds still hadn't cleared but the rain had stopped, so I was perfectly content sitting there visiting with my friends.

"Mom come swim." Lucas said from the pool.
"No, I think I'm just going to sit and visit." I replied.
"Then why did we have to wait for you for like 40 minutes to get your bathing suite on?"

He exaggerated, it was only like twenty.

None of the other moms were swimming.  I really didn't want to swim.  Swimming has never really been my thing.  From the time I was little and my friend had to jump in and save me after I jumped off the diving board only being able to sort of swim, to the thought of the crazy frizzy hair I get when I swim.

But there it was, this little nag, this little bit of guilt as he asked me a couple of more times to come swim.

Later one other mom, the host, got in... so I did it.  I slowly took off my cover up, hoping my winter paleness wouldn't blind anyone and slowly got into the water, it felt cold!

I was in, I wasn't swimming, but I was in.

Soon another mom joined us; she showed us all up by going down the slide with her kids.

That was it, my competitive nature kicked in, I was going to be the fun mom too.

Soon I was sliding, jumping and swimming to the edge to do it all over, again and again.

All of the moms ended up in the pool.

As the afternoon wound down, the moms sat in the hot tub warming up, chatting again.   I sat there with a smile and frizzy hair, while the kids got a few more jumps in.

It really was a perfect day and all it took was jumping in.
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