July 28 10

I was sitting by the edge of the pool, my legs dangling over the side, enjoying a little bit of reprieve without having to, you know, actually get in the water. I see a figure swimming under the water, approaching. I can only assume it’s Emily. And after she has grabbed my ankle and started to surface, I realize that it’s not a brown and white polka-dotted bikini on a brown-haired little girl, but a pair of blue swim trunks on a blond-headed little boy. A child who is not mine.

“I can see under water,” he says.

“You can?” I ask.

“Yes! Without goggles too. You are impressed, I can tell.”

“I sure am.”

“Are you coming in?”

“Eh. I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure I am going to just sit here for a bit. I really don’t feel like getting wet.”

An overly outgoing kid, I thought.

And then all of a sudden I WAS IN THE WATER.

“Now you definitely have to come in! ha ha!” he says, and shoots me a huge smile.

“Um. OKAY. Thanks for that.”

“Here I come!” He yells and swims around and throws his arms around my neck. “I love this pool, don’t you?”

“Well, not any more.”

“What? It’s my favorite one in this whole place. I’m seven. I just lost a tooth last week. Wanna see? I have another loose one, but I don’t know when this one is going to come out. I just keep wiggling. I love swimming. Don’t you? Can I dunk you in the water?”

“No. Where’s your Mommy and Daddy? They probably would let you dunk them?”

“Well, I DON’T HAVE A DAD.”

“And I don’t know where my mom is. Somewhere by the lazy river, I think. That’s where she was this morning, I think. I don’t think I could dunk her though. She would be mad. She’s always mad.”

“Do you like hamburgers? I love them. But not cheeseburgers. I don’t know. I just don’t really love cheese. But you know what I do like? Your bathing suit! It’s so bright!”

“Hey, buddy. I think my family is leaving for the day. I gotta get out of the pool now.”

“Oh really? Aw, man. I think I’m probably going to be here for a while.”

“You are lucky. I have to go upstairs and take a shower. Boo.”

“HA! Yeah, that’s no fun. Hey…are you going to be here to play tomorrow?”

AHEM.

…and that was when I discovered that my 7-year-old friend was just doing what other 7-year-old kids do on vacation. He was making friends with other kids. Only he failed to realize that I am a 32-year-old mother of three, and not another kid left on her own to fend for herself while her mom tanned over by the lazy river. He thought I was, well, like her.

And now I feel kind of badly that I didn’t show up the next day to play.

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  1. Awww, poor kid! Growing up, we were always at various water parks, but very carefully supervised by our parents until we were teenagers. NEVER at 7 years old did my mom feel comfortable enough to focus on her tan to let us fend for ourselves.

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    Comment by Darcey on July 28, 2010
  2. I feel dirty.
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    Comment by Gav on July 28, 2010
  3. I’m laughing that a 7 year old pulled you into the pool!

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    Comment by Kristabella on July 28, 2010
  4. This post actually depressed me…I seriously feel bad for the kid!

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    Comment by Renee on July 28, 2010
  5. Well, you are tiny, so I could see how he could get confused.

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    Comment by Avitable on July 28, 2010
  6. You were a good sport. I feel bad for this kid too. Unfortunately there are so many kids starved for attention. One of my neighbor’s kids are the same way. They just pretty much wander from house to house to see what adult will give them a little bit of attention. It is very sad. This morning I found one of their toy guns in my house from their “play date” with my husband yesterday.
    .-= Hilary´s last blog ..Revenge of the insulted cat =-.

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    Comment by Hilary on July 28, 2010
  7. Hahaha! Didn’t it kinda make you feel good though? Like getting i.d.’ed? Like the time I was asked WHAT GRADE I was in when buying supplies to make my wedding cake!! (I was 26) I was offended at first…then I kinda liked it. The wrinkle cream must be working! :)
    Oh, and poor neglected kid!

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    Comment by suzanne on July 29, 2010
  8. way to go on depressing the little dude!

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    Comment by gorillabuns on July 29, 2010
  9. I love kids (and pools!), but I don’t know that I would have handled myself so gracefully had a strange little one who did not belong to me or anyone I knew pulled me into the pool.

    But I do sort of want to give him a hug, too.

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    Comment by Kerri Anne on July 29, 2010
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