Sunday, March 09, 2014

I'm pretty certain...

there is a country song or two written about some mud tires.

In those versions of the songs, it never mentions the trauma that goes along with the whole experience, but then again, I don't remember a country song that references primates with equilibrium issues.

I did what any good parent would do and I gave in to the constant nagging being cast upon me by my fifteen year old child and my husband.

They were insistent that Addie and I join them for an afternoon of mud riding.
There was a time in my life when I did jump at those opportunities.
It seriously feels like it was just yesterday.
I was full of stories to tell Julien and wow, did it bring back memories.

At this point in my life, I have to take into account Addie and how she might react.
My first thought was that being in the back of a Jeep, driving through the woods and over incredibly bumpy dirt roads would probably not sit well with her.
I tried to tell the testosterone filled individuals that share my home, and got the typical, eh...it will be fine!
We'll go slow...and avoid the really big puddles.
Sure.
It was fine...until we the left the paved road (cue another country song).

The entire experience was beyond awful.
Don't get me wrong, I want Addie to get to do all the fun things that other children do, but unfortunately we do have limitations - and I hate it sometimes.



When we finally made it back home, Addie was happy to help with the clean up.


What that really meant was that she just wanted to do whatever Julien was doing.


The men folk kept having to redirect her, so I finally got her wagon out of the garage and the opportunity to clean her own vehicle kept her occupied and happy.

...and being happy is really what it is all about.





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March 1, 2014

1 comments:

Shellie said...

I love that she is wearing her pearls....like every good southern girl does!