Saturday, August 28, 2010
Twelve with dorky helmet
Driving back from a pool day, I was stressing the importance of always wearing a helmet when skateboarding, biking,showering (ha!) etc. I told the four boys in the car how I hate wearing mine and that I did not always wear it until some of my peeps gave me the “shame on you” intervention (with love) for not. Thank God they did. I know the boys did not need a lecture, but last week my friend was not wearing a helmet, was cut off by a car and slammed on his breaks flying over the handle bars, his face/head breaking the fall on the curb. Serious-scary-shocking-sobering stuff! He survived and is recovering. So, on I go, driving these boys telling them to always wear a helmet. And they say how they don’t like to wear helmets and I concur with them, lamenting that I hate mine because I look so dorky wearing it when I ride Blanche. Then a twelve-year old reassured me that it doesn’t really matter because I look dorky riding a unicycle without a helmet! I was speechless, but then admitted he is probably right.
On a side note, I went back to work in second grade, attended a CPR /First Aid class (FYI - 30:2 chest compression to breath ratio to the beat of “Stayin’ Alive”) , sent my son off to Catalina Island for Camp Del Corazon (Camp for kids with congenital heart disease) and yesterday we celebrated my younger son’s 10th birthday, Hawaiian style. I made another ice cream cake and it turned out much better than that monster Dr. Seuss one I made before. In a nutshell…work, party prep, half-marathon training and camp packing has kept me busy; darting around town, sprinting through the stores, hauling groceries, pedaling for miles, etc….you bet I’m wearing that dorky helmet!