Resilience

Kids are more resilience than we are. While in New York for spring break we took the kids to The Children’s Museum of ART.

Perhaps more for me than them. I’m always hoping the kids will delve into all things crafty… but alas no they had more fun playing in the ball pit than doing crafts. I just don’t understand that logic at all. I mean this place is 2 floors of arts and craft centers…what more could you want?

So Ajori and Jarin bounced and played and bounced again. I swear this looks like an accident waiting to happen.

Here’s where she said…he said comes in. She said her brother was trying to wrestle with her and pushed her over a bouncy ball. He said “nuht awn… she just fell.” Anything could be perceived to happen when a pretween diva and mini drama king are in the same vicinity. All I know is we from this

To this. A fractured wrist.
But kids are resilient and mine are still young enough for me to brain wash them into thinking that they are not as hurt as they really think thye are. That (brainwashing) mostly works on the diva - the drama king has always had his doubts that I really know what I’m talking about.

Doesn't she look pitiful. (insert awwwww here) Trust me she's been playing all week with a hurt arm. All kidding aside I do wish she didn't hurt herself. Unfortunately this is the second big boo boo in a month. I'm afraid she got the clumsy gene from me. Sorry princess.

Fast forward to last night for dinner (cause I don’t cook on the weekends) the kids wanted to go to Kasa’s Pizza for dinner and so they could play in the indoor gym. I asked my daughter (I’m really trying to talk her out of it…I want to go home after work and have a drink)if she is sure she wants to go there to play. She has that cast on her arm and would be hard to climb inside the gym maze. Quick as lightening she says “mom but you said to try all things first… even with my cast on… that’s why I tried to play the recorder in music class on Friday and didn’t use my arm as an excuse (damnit she got me there).
We have a little drive to get to the pizza place and I'm still trying to find reasons and a little bribery not to go. Even the promise of going to McD's doesn't help.

We get to the pizza place and my beautiful, brave little girl looks inside the play gym and starts to get nervous. So what am I to do now? Protect her from any further harm or encourage her to go for it anyway so at least she can say she tried. The only failure is not trying. I tell her to go inside look at it and then make a decision.
While I’m getting the pizza I happen to turn around and look inside the playroom and this is what greets me.

I told my child she could do anything she wanted to…so she did. Gotta love her spirit!!!