Happily Walking Up Stairs
My son likes to play around a lot, sometimes all day long if he could get away with it. So, the other day when I was holding ten bags of groceries trying to get them up the stairs in as less trips as possible and my son was holding one bag he was walking so slowly up the steps with me behind him laughing all the way. Well, my arms felt like they were about to fall off holding these million bags, OK
, maybe 3-4 in each hand but it felt like 10 or ten million at the time, I was just trying to hurry him along. He thought it was so funny that I walk extremely slower then him almost at all times. It is true. I am old and he is 10. I told him of course most of the time I walk slower then him but it is not that I can't walk as fast as him. I just told him that so he would not think that I had one foot in the grave already.
So, on the second trip to the car to grab a few more bags of groceries, my son did the same thing walking at turtle speed and laughing at and looking back at me from time to time. Thankfully, we only have oh about 15 steps. I was going to say something to him because I was tired. It had been a long day and then to boot we had to go to the grocery twice in one week. Not exactly my favorite place to go. It costs more to get less. I was thinking if he doesn't hurry up I have to yell in public at him and embarrass myself in front of the 80 year old neighbor who just had to be nosy and come outside to take a look at what was going on. Then I thought again, before I said anything that he is only going to be 10 once. I should not be upset that he is playful and laughing and having a little fun with me going up the stairs that I should be laughing right along with him and swinging my bags too going up the stairs and down the stairs. Pretty soon he is not going to want to playfully go up the stairs with me holding groceries he is going to be a teen in a few years and not want to be seen with me. So, I should enjoy this time while I can.
I decided to do just that. No more "grumpy tired I wish you would hurry up face" I laughed along with him and up and down the stairs we went happily swinging bags of over priced groceries.
So, on the second trip to the car to grab a few more bags of groceries, my son did the same thing walking at turtle speed and laughing at and looking back at me from time to time. Thankfully, we only have oh about 15 steps. I was going to say something to him because I was tired. It had been a long day and then to boot we had to go to the grocery twice in one week. Not exactly my favorite place to go. It costs more to get less. I was thinking if he doesn't hurry up I have to yell in public at him and embarrass myself in front of the 80 year old neighbor who just had to be nosy and come outside to take a look at what was going on. Then I thought again, before I said anything that he is only going to be 10 once. I should not be upset that he is playful and laughing and having a little fun with me going up the stairs that I should be laughing right along with him and swinging my bags too going up the stairs and down the stairs. Pretty soon he is not going to want to playfully go up the stairs with me holding groceries he is going to be a teen in a few years and not want to be seen with me. So, I should enjoy this time while I can.
I decided to do just that. No more "grumpy tired I wish you would hurry up face" I laughed along with him and up and down the stairs we went happily swinging bags of over priced groceries.
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