My nine year old son called me at work and asked, "Mommy, do you weigh more than 200 pounds?" I was shocked by his question and knew that we needed to work more on his knowledge of weights and measurements and to teach him to be better at his manners.
He explained that he wanted us to go to Monkey Joes and there was a weight requirement to play on the bouncers. I had never been before but since I met the weight requirement, I agreed to go.
When we walked through the door, I saw that there was much more to these inflatable bouncers than I had imagined. They were large and they had climbing walls. But I wasn't going to let that intimidate me.
So off went my flip-flops and on went my socks and we ran to the first bouncer. I hopped on and rolled over the first hurdle of the maze. Dawson ahead of me and going through the next hurdle asked, "Can you fit through this one, mommy?" I glared at him and then I squeezed through the tubes making my way to the next hurdle; the climbing wall.
Catching my breath, I placed my foot on the 3 inch long foot ledge and grabbed the cord to pull myself up. The ledge folded under the weight of my foot (even though I weigh less than 200 pounds) and I lost my footing before I could even get off of the ground. I decided on a different approach technique and eventually hoisted myself up the wall. All the while Dawson was sitting at the top of the slide watching me and asking, "Are you tired mommy? You look tired." Ok, I was a little out of breath and feeling a little dizzy from the climb but I made it to the top.
Down the slide we went holding hands to start off with but I reached my top speed in about a ½ second and zoomed light years away from him and crashed into the wall at the bottom giving me a jolt similar to whip lash. It suddenly became apparent what my physics teacher had tried to teach me 25 years ago; the heavier the weight, the faster it falls.
Once I peeled myself from the wall, I saw that Dawson was now standing above me looking down at me with the look of a puppy anxiously awaiting for me to throw him the ball again.
I glanced across the room for my relief pitcher (my husband) to take the plate but saw that he was deeply involved in a book. So I got up and went to the next bouncer slide with Dawson. As I climbed up, I past two small boys sliding down. When they finished, they got up and started climbing up behind me when I heard one of them yell, "Mommy! Look at this BIGGGG kid!" "I realized that Dawson wasn't the only one who needed a lesson in manners. Once I reached the top, I waited for Dawson to situate himself on his slide. I thought that I would use my weight to my advantage this time and challenge him to a good old race showing him that I "still got it" . As he began down the slide, I began too. I soared past him at lightning speed and I glanced over at him giving him my biggest grin from ear to ear. Victory was sweet and it was all mine until suddenly I slammed into the bouncer wall once again giving me that familiar jolt that rattled my teeth! I looked up and there Dawson was standing over me looking down and said, "I think it's time to go home now Mommy. You look tired."
Donna Hunter Glenn is a weekly columnist for the Houston Home Journal and Warner Robins Times Newspapers and is the principal decorator and owner of Addressing Rooms Interior Decorating and Home Staging in Warner Robins, GA.