Feet First
It was raining as we left the shelter of home for Buzz’s speech therapy appointment yesterday afternoon. Not to the point of lightning flashing thunderstorms, but windy and cold nonetheless. The kind of dreary day that my adult stodgy self feels would be better spent sleeping away, instead of sauntering out into. Jumping in puddles just isn’t my thing.
The drops beat sideways against my back as I struggled to lock Buzz in his carseat. By the time we were on our way, I was drenched and cursing mother nature.
When we emerged from the 45 minute session, the steady downpour had formed large puddles in the parking lot. The biggest of which just so happened to encase our car. It looked like a small lake had swallowed it whole. I maneuvered my way up a curb, over the embankment, hop this way, put your left foot in that way, trying not to lose a shoe in the mud, and holding on to my son’s hand at the same time. All in a futile effort to keep dry. Buzz, however, viewed it as an opportunity. Where I saw an uncomfortable mess, he saw a scene straight from a dream.
Landing with both feet, he splashed and shuffled. His parched pant legs drinking up the water, like drops of bliss. I felt him tug on my hand, reaching for an inch more. Just one more, as the rain began to blend between us.
Sometimes, I forget how remarkable and jubilant that kid is. He deals me such a monumental fit the majority of most days, it’s easy to get lost in. Yesterday, though, the rain brought with it that reminder. He truly is a bright light of a little boy. Jumping in puddles may not be my thing, but he is. And whatever makes him happy, as long as it doesn’t involve sharp metal objects and electrical outlets, makes me happy as well. Even if it means my socks get soaking wet in the process.
I'm Crystal. A 30-something mom to 3 young kids living in the Midwest USA. When I'm not chasing my children, I'm a freelance writer and web designer. I like to tell stories from our days and share what we enjoy...
10 Responses
on March 26 2010
Awww what a sweet post. Jumping in puddles isn’t my thing either, but I’ve had to wade through plenty of them in the last week as I take Fi on our daily walks. She gravitates towards them and I simply don’t have the heart to stop her! Hope you have a dry, sunny weekend!
on March 26 2010
Oh, the puddle jumping is so fun! Wet socks and all!
PS Make sure you take a picture for Monday!
on March 26 2010
Hooray for puddle jumping! I want to go with the boys now that I finally have waterproof boots. (Wet feet make me squicky.)
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on March 26 2010
Both of mine love a good puddle romp, too, and I’ve really had to stifle my aversion and just Let. Them. Have. Fun. It’s pure joy on their faces, isn’t it?
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on March 26 2010
Puddle jumping is very popular over here too. In fact I had two soaked little kids just this morning. It’s so funny how much kids love their puddles.
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on March 27 2010
Sometimes the best thing we moms can do is get out socks wet!
Loved your post. Come on over for some mom inspiration and encouragement.
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on March 28 2010
That was an absolutely joy to read. Beautiful post.
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on March 28 2010
Um…I meant absolutE, but I’m sure you knew that
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on March 28 2010
Yes. Just…YES. I understand this entirely.
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on March 31 2010
Oh, I love this! Shane’s big on puddle-jumping, and while it’s not my thing either, I finally picked up a pair of funky polka-dotted rainboots at Target for myself. Might as well join him, since I sure can’t keep him away from the puddles!
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