Trampoline

Mama, come play on the trampoline with me.

So rarely do I actually play with the boys. I monitor their homework and help them with their studies. We work together to brainstorm, research, and write. We have tickle attacks and kiss attacks. We read together. I read to them. We watch movies. We go on adventures, both mundane and extraordinary. But rarely do we play together any more.

Mama, come play on the trampoline with me.

We bike ride or hike. In the summer, we swim. About once a week, we play tag where I run as little as I can, relying on stealth to do my job. But when was the last time I play toys with them? When was the last time I played video games with them?

Mama, come play on the trampoline with me.

I’m a little fatter than I want to be. I’m not as young as I want to be. I’m pulling random muscles doing stupid, ordinary things. And giving birth three times has made playing on the trampoline…. interesting.

Mama, come play on the trampoline with me.

It’s their father’s weekend. When will I get to talk to them again or see them again? At worst, Tuesday after work. We only have twenty minutes because he never picks them up on time.

Mama, come play on the trampoline with me.

Ok, Baby!

Not believing his luck, Tornado A grabbed my hand and dragged me outside. We removed our shoes, but once I was inside the mesh, he announced, “I’m getting brothers!” He grabbed one of my shoes to keep me from leaving and ran back to the back door to yell, “Brothers, Mama’s on the trampoline!”

Just like that, three boys were jumping on the trampoline with me. Have you ever played tag on a trampoline? God, I had to stop several times to catch my breath from laughing so hard.

I’m glad I played because I love my three wild tornadoes.

 

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