Saturday is Market Day in our little neighboring village of Ely, so the kids and I left Daddy at home and off we went. There are booths selling nearly everything imaginable and much to the children's delight (and the parents chagrin) is an airplane ride. (You know- where the airplanes go around in a circle and then up and down.) Ava begged and pleaded to go so I gave her the over used parental answer, "If your good while mommy shops.." In a rare occurrence, spurred on by the airplane ride I am sure, they both were excellent for an hour. So I pulled up to the promised airplane ride, paid my one pound fifty and heaved Ava into a US army helicopter...then I saw my son. He was holding up his little arms saying, "Up! A-pwane!" Every mommy instinct warning bell went off in my head as I lifted him up to sit by his sister. I explained to Ava that, even if it meant nose tackling her brother, she was not to let him stand up, fall out, or get hurt. I watched them both smile hugely and wave as their chopper took flight. By about the fourth time around, three things were apparent. The smile was never going to leave either of my children's' faces, Ava was not going to release the death grip she had on her brother's arm, and I know have two "big kids". Something about watching my kids handle something "scary and dangerous" together without my help really hits it home that my kids are growing up. Admittedly, part of me does a little happy dance over that, but part of me also misses my babies...
On a lighter note...imagine me, hauling all of our purchases, pushing a stubborn double stroller, fielding sippy cups and tantrums that my children were now throwing, all while attempting not to hit any cars, people, small dogs, etc. as we headed back to our car in the car park. Two cars were already waiting as I approached my parking spot. As they sat and glared at each other, a gust of wind came up. Did I mention I was wearing a full skirt? Now picture me doing all of the above juggling while being attacked around my face by my rogue skirt. Needless to say the two parking spot contenders stopped glaring and started laughing...I'm sure they got an eye full! I then had to unload a stroller full of kids and stuff into my SUV while trying to pretend I had a shred of dignity left- all in a days work!
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4 comments:
Gee, you had a Marilyn Monroe moment! How glamorous you must feel! :-)
Well, I just figured how to access your blog! I love your accounts of an American mommy's life in England. Hug your little "pilots" for me.
Well, I stopped laughing long enough to respond. Those rogue skirts...!
But I'm also a little bit sorry that these two babies are growing up so quickly. Thank you for letting me see them as often as possible. Hugs. Mom.
You make me almost want to come back to England just to see you in action. You have the most interesting experiences there. Miss ya!
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