Nico (front) and Christopher getting their hair done did. 4/16
May 16, 2016
My boys swim like fish. Well, my sons’ are mammals so I’ll
correct myself by calling them, dolphins. I should go jump in the pool with
them. Who cares that I’m wearing a nice collar shirt and blue jeans. Maybe the
hotel guests will complain that a fully clothed man just jumped in the pool.
Wouldn’t that be better than a fully-grown man being naked who just jumped in
the pool?
My kids are so damn skinny. I feed them so much and yet they
have zero body fat. Forget the fountain of youth. Maybe this is the pool where
the glare of the sun shimmies off the water, giving anyone in the pool a “weight
loss appearance.”
Those boys are the only ones in this very large pool and they
have no fear. As for me? When I was a kid I wouldn’t swim in such a large pool,
with minimal people, out of fear of a shark (even in fresh water) might eat me.
And even worse, if I went under water an invisible cover would prevent me
coming up for air and I’d drown.
Laughter is the best medicine and hearing my kids laugh
while they are playing cheers me up. We live in a world where some people can’t
enjoy such relaxing moments. Their lives are filled with stress and worry which
prevents them from focusing on anything good. Sure I have my moments but I
remain focus on those “dolphins” living it up in the pool. I let their laughter
drown my sorrows and the splashes from the water wash, some, of my worries away.
I may not be in that pool with them but I know fun when I
see it. The far reaching splashes of water reaching the pool decks and crashing
onto the pavement. The water swashes back and forth between their entangled
bodies while they wrestle for best position on the pools stairs.
I’m so jealous that my kids’ can play so freely when I have
to suppress my fears and anxiety so that my children can remain innocent and
play so freely. I want to play in the water and allow the fun and joy my boys’
are experiencing to seep in my pores and invigorate my body. I can laugh out
loud, just as my kids are, and I don’t give a hoot who may judge me because
they are judging me based on my age and appearance by those people cannot
remember the sheer fun in being a kid again.
What am I waiting for? I don’t have to worry about these
“nice clothes.” I’ll go change. That’s what I’ll do. I suck down the rest of this adult
beverage. Run towards the elevator. Go to my room. And change for the pool!
Wait!
My adult beverage is in a plastic cup. So it occurred to me that I can bring my drink with me while I pass through the lobby. Go in the elevator. Exit the elevator, and hurriedly get to my room. Change, come back to the pool. By then my drink will be done and I’ll jump in the pool.
Or!
I can drink this adult beverage. Stop at the bar on the way back to my room. Replenish my drink. Then, take my refilled alcoholic beverage though the lobby, into the elevator, sip the drink to tolerate the elevator music. Arrive to my room, change, finish the rest of my drink in the elevator on the way back down to the pool, stop at the bar, receive a new drink, then jump in the pool with my boys.
These adult decisions are so complicated. I may need to sit
here and finish this beverage while I contemplate where this life is taking me, in this moment. I truly must plan my next move before this ice melts. I will daydream what it was like being a kid, again, and wish that this was the fountain of youth in my hands.
Ugh, sometimes these adult decisions simply suck! I think I will sit here and sip on my drink a while, and ponder what my own youth was like and how it must be, now, if I were in my kids shoes (or swim trunks) at this very moment. All the while, small invasive thoughts will make me wonder to myself, "is the bartender shafting me on the alcohol?"
There’s always time for the pool and drinks with good friends and family. Adult decisions are hard to make. Especially with this cocktail sever, who is near by, and I didn't previously see, which means to me, I don't have to move from my seat, if I choose not to. That just complicated everything. Maybe I'm swimming in my alcohol more than my kids are swimming in the pool.
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There’s always time for the pool and drinks with good friends and family. Adult decisions are hard to make. Especially with this cocktail sever, who is near by, and I didn't previously see, which means to me, I don't have to move from my seat, if I choose not to. That just complicated everything. Maybe I'm swimming in my alcohol more than my kids are swimming in the pool.
Thumbs up, always.
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