I took the girls to Raging Rivers which is a local water park. I got the tickets for free because they offer a reading incentive and I coordinated the program at my school this year. The full price would have been $17! This is a small water park and I really couldn't believe that price. Anyway, Stretch is her mother's daughter and immediately ran into a friend. She spent the day with mostly with him which was a mixed blessing. One one hand I know that she had way more fun with someone her own age but on the other they took off and I didn't see her for most of the day. This was an unfamiliar anxiety for me. The water park isn't that big but, sheesh, anything could happen.
Poor Dollface was left with me...her fat old aunt. We did have fun but Dollface is a 5 year old daredevil and wanted to try some water slides. Great, I did the first smallest one with her and screamed all the way down. I looked at the bigger ones and couldn't bring myself to go on them with her. Partially fear, partially self-conscious about my size. Stretch took her the first time and after that she went on them by herself. All by herself. She had a blast and as soon as she splashed down from one, was in line for another turn.
I sent a five year old child on biggish water slides by herself. I choked with guilt as I watched her go up the hill time and time again but just couldn't bring myself to actually go on the water slide.
Fear of motherhood inadequacies abounding. By the time my kid gets old enough to do this kind of stuff I'll probably be too fat and old to even think about putting on a bathing suit much less boogying on down a big slide. My poor kid...what else will they miss out on because I chose to become their mother?
We had fun and returned home tired, sunburned and happy. That is what counts....that really is what counts.