You know how sometimes you don’t want to do something, then you do it, and you actually enjoy it? Well, that was this weekend.
We have been invited a hundred times to go with friends to Echuca and go water skiing with them on their boat. There has always been an excuse, valid or not, as to why we couldn’t go. Too busy, working, Poss tired, me seriously uncomfortable in bathers in front of anyone, feeling like a burden on friends, a long drive, money… whatever.
This weekend was no different. Husband and Poss wanted to go, but it was a cost we hadn’t factored in for the month and I worry about these things. We were away last weekend, so I felt like we still had barely touched the ground from that trip. Tired. Grumpy. All too hard really.
But they pushed and nagged. Our friends were keen for us to go, genuinely so. So at the last minute, a call was made. We were going.
Early Saturday we packed up the car and hit the road. Despite almost running out of petrol halfway between here and no-where (which was awesome for our marriage) we made it to Echuca. Within a couple of hours we were on the water.
My friends have told me about the magic of the water. How the boat goes out and hours and hours pass and you don’t even realise how long you have been gone, the kids are happy and relaxation abounds. I scoffed at her. Seriously? Poss on a boat? That does not even sound slightly fun; fully expecting a weekend of me on high alert as she tried to escape into the water.
Instead, I proven seriously wrong. We watched Poss blossom. She laughed with pure joy as she jumped in and out of the boat with the other kids. She listened intently as she was told how to knee-board and nailed it first go. She tried the ski’s, couldn’t master them, but instead of getting frustrated, she jumped straight back on the knee-board again with a smile. Next time Mum. Next time.
We saw the best in her. She consoled her friends when they struggled, she encouraged the others in the boat to have a go, she practised patience as she waited her turn. She laughed. She giggled. She almost burst with an infectious joy, a throw your head back and laugh kind of joy, that shone out of her face. An overwhelming sense of contentment.
And in turn, we laughed. We relaxed. Instead of tense lines thrown at each other in passing, we had actual conversations. I jumped in and out of the water, swimming with Poss, the Murray seeing me in my bathers, and even had a go on the biscuit. Guess what? The world didn’t end and I had so much fun.
Hours passed and the sun was setting, the day had flown. Just as we were told it would. Sunday did the same thing. Our planned departure pushed further and further back as it was obvious the kids were having a good time and we tried to suck every last second out of the weekend.
When it was finally time to go, instead of being upset that it was over, Poss simply turned and said “I am so, so happy mum”, pleased to have experienced it.
On the drive home, I committed that smiling, laughing girl to memory. She doesn’t come along often enough.