"Mom, this one is for you."
Dear Kim’s Whims,
I am writing in my diary today to explain the importance of a life jacket. Yesterday, my D, myself, and my mother decided to go paddle boarding. I didn’t particularly want to go. I have bad balance and wasn’t really feeling it. I went anyways, and I laid on the board while David stood above me paddling. All was beautiful, glittering waters, a view of Bon Jovi’s house. Well my mom kept going and going, and I started to get a little panicked. We were out in deep water, I felt unsteady laying on the board because of equal balance. All in all, it wasn’t my favorite experience. Well, it was a lot less favorite when I look ahead and my mother flies off her board and capsizes. Now, my mother is very petite woman, and thinks she may be slighty stronger than she is. With a look of desperation and fear as her paddle board starts to get away from her with current, she starts hurling her oar to try and catch it. At this point, I can see she is exhausting herself. She’s doing okay though, she’s screaming at D to get her paddleboard. Then she goes belly up like a flounder. Now I know, things might not be okay. Usually when you try and float, it means you can no longer tread water. So we go to get her, and she drops her head on my board like a ton of bricks. I’m trying to balance, David goes swimming after her board and manages to get it. WELL, guess who got stuck with my mother sitting Indian style of the back of my board while I paddled all the way back to shore with my arms. Me. The shore never seemed so far away, it was like a mirage, and with every stroke of my arms and my butt in my mom’s face, my legs started to cramp. Of course, my momma, always stubborn, was all “YOU CANNOT GET A CRAMP!!!!”! I turned around and was like, “DO NOT TALK TO ME RIGHT NOW!!!”. David was leisurely paddling standing up, back to shore with his oar. Moral of the story is, after I sat on the board on shore for a few minutes to catch my breath. MOM, and EVERYONE, wear a friggin’ life preserver! Needless to say, we had a good laugh and some beers afterwards which was well deserved as we all worked together, but it was frightening. However, like I talked to D and my mom about it, certain situations are fight or flight. I am shocked I didn’t panic. My husband didn’t panic. Mom panicked for a few seconds. The whole process felt like it was about two hours long, but once we hit the sand, everyone just breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Okay, now we need to go get a drink!”
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Mom, it’s cute, not ugly!
PS: Mom, thanks again for that trip to Bali. It clearly came in handy!