Lunch with the kids

Earlier this week, Savvy asked if I could go to her school and have lunch with her like I used to in Utah.  So I found a break in one of my days where I wasn't running to the warehouse to pull stuff out of our packed UAB boxes, or driving into D.C. to pick up our Visas.  I ate lunch and played on the playground with Savvy and then ate and played with Thomas who had lunch right after her.  It was so fun to eat and talk with their friends and then play with them.  It was a good break for me that I really needed from the stressful preparations I'm making to get us ready to move.   


Savvy's activity of choice was jump rope.  They loved that I was there because I helped swing the rope so they got more jumping time in.  I taught them one of my favorite jump roping rhymes which they loved.  They had never heard it before.  "Texaco, texaco, over the hill to Mexico, where they do the splits, splits, and they do high kicks, kicks, and they turn around, round, and they touch the ground, ground."  You're of course suppose to jump and do what the rhyme says to do at the same time.  Savvy and I enjoyed jumping together while holding hands.  Luckily my normally sensitive and wimpy stomach held it together and I didn't feel sick! 


Playing with Thomas.  He is such a monkey!  He showed me all of his tricks and then we bounced around between playing basketball with a few friends and swinging on the swings.  This time, my stomach couldn't handle the movement of the swings and I had to get off.  Sad because the swings used to be my favorite playground activity when I was little along with gymnastics.  Now I can barely watch someone swing or do cartwheels before the movement makes me feel nauseated!  


As I was playing basketball with the boys, I had the thought,
"Grandpa B. is the one that should be here playing with him!  I don't know how to play!"

I'm grateful for my loving kids.  They actually wanted me there at school with them.  Many of their friends asked me, "Why are you here?"  I'm guessing that with working parents, there aren't a lot of opportunities for their parents to have lunch with them.  My kids both asked me the next day if I could go for lunch again.  "It was so fun mom!" they said.  I'm glad.  They gave me a ton of hugs throughout my time being with them--even in front of their friends and on the playground.  Apparently they didn't get the memo that you're supposed to be embarrassed to be with your mom at school, especially to give her hugs in front of your friends.  I'm relieved.  I'm sure that time will come and I guess I'll have to be ready for that.  For now, I'm eating it up.



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