Because my husband and I worked in our own businesses, our vacations were some of the most precious times we had with our daughters. They were often the only times we completely got away from the demands of work and concentrated solely on our family. Every one of the Brocks looked forward to them.
Our vacations were never perfect. (Go ahead and admit it; are yours?) There were always downsides to these trips that inevitably held lots of attractions, souvenir shops, and treats. As every parent knows, some of the most stressful times during these family breaks are the “Mommy (or Daddy), can I buy (fill in the blank), can I do (fill in the blank), can I get (fill in the blank)?”
To avoid those challenges (that inevitably came from distracting items with a price tag attached), I always sought out ways to make family memories that didn’t break the bank. I was determined to create many. No matter the personal cost, I was committed to the fun.
The year my girls asked me to do a headstand (handstand?) in the pool of the condo we were staying in, I foolishly agreed. I was easily forty years of age and looked out of my mind with my feet kicking in the air and head underwater. I’m sure I provided an enormous amount of entertainment for the sunbathers poolside who thought, “What on earth is that woman doing?”
No matter the personal cost, I was committed to the fun.
It took me at least three attempts to get a hand on the bottom of the pool. I could only use one hand because I was holding my nose with the other. The first two attempts, I flailed like I was drowning, but the third time I achieved a lopsided, brief, feet-in-the-air handstand to the delight of my girls.
When my head came up for air, there were indeed some incredulous looks. The “I can’t believe this lady did that” stares and even some outright laughter directed at my foolishness. But I had created a memory. Yes I looked stupid, but my daughters were happy. While the other moms sat poolside, their mom was willing to look incredibly silly, simply because they asked.
The brief moment before I made my plunge, it did cross my mind that this was one crazy stunt that I hoped no one would record for posterity. But my girls had a request, and in all likelihood I would never see these poolside folks again.
I’m glad I did it and would do it again. To the smiles on these little faces and the hysterical laughter of my husband, a family memory was made. What silly things can you do to make memories?