I wrote the title and looked at it again. He winked at me and said: cool! You are going to write about some disturbed teenager, throwing stones into the passing by helicopters…but I was not. In fact, all I wanted to make a note of was exactly what’s in the title – about my Kid, about his Helicopter Ride and about us visiting Avebury Stones today…so simple…yet somehow the thought of writing some hot news story about havoc in the air…Teenager’s Revenge…Teens Said No To The Helicopters In The Skies…Bored Teenagers Invented New Game…or something like that…really sounds like more fun, then an ordinary bank holiday weekend’s newsflash, huh? But it was an ordinary bank holiday weekend after all…
Yesterday me and my dad went to Bristol to watch the Kid taking his helicopter flying lesson. It was an “Experience voucher” that we gave to him for his birthday some time ago. The flight was promptly booked and we all were excited to witness the historical moment…in fact, the most excited of all of us happened to be me. Apparently, moms are made like that – they tend to be anxious about their kids long after their kids have grown out of the worrying age…but what can I do if just thinking of his flight, I’ve imagined all the details of it, as if it was me to take it…how I would sit in the cabin with the glass doors, walls, everything (trust me – the helicopter cabin does look like a capsule of London Eye that somehow got detached and flew away into the freedom) I imagined how I would put my hand on the stick and feel the machine obeys my commands…
Well, perhaps, I’m imagining too much, ok…I imagined all the excitement and even more of that. I was pleased, smily and very agile…I couldn’t sit still awaiting the time of the lesson, I simply couldn’t sit still at all...I chatted, I laughed, I nudged the Kid all the time… Until I saw the helicopter returning from the previous “experience” flight. My perception of helicopting were ruined the very first moment I saw the black thing torpedoed across the sky as if being cannon-fired. Aren’t the helicopters supposed to fly VERY SLOW?! Now I didn’t want my son to get into that flying hybrid of the fan and vacuum cleaner…I was actually scared to trust my child to the mercy of gigantic propellered dragonfly. Yet along to think of him driving the thing at such speed…it was scary enough just to watch it flying…so I’ve done what normal mom would do in such a situation. I asked the Kid for a hundred times if he’s afraid, if he gets sea-sick, if he’s ok with the heights, if he’s change his mind by any chance…I admire his patience and tolerance of me. Must be life-long experience…he was calm and relaxed and smiling and totally enjoyed watching his mom going insane as the time approaches…Well, anyway…all went well, of course. (how else could it be?!) and despite of me overestimating grossly the danger of the ride, the Kid did enjoy it to the fullest. You could tell it by the way when he returned from the field to us, first thing he said was Geez! I SO loved it! And this was even before we managed to ask him…[*happy laugh] and what can be more gratifying to the mom, then seeing her child happy?!
As I mentioned before, we went to Bristol. We managed to get into disorientation trap there. I mean – we did get lost on our way to the Bristol Airport. So instead of 30 mins drive it took us almost an hour. Well, the good side of it was that we explored new places, tried new roads and learned why exactly the village Long Ashton called "Long". (it also has the tendency to get you back to the place you’ve started, so we did drive around it twice) Anyway, that was one day of fun and excitements…so exiting that I needed to fill up my energy somehow…
So today we went to Avebury…to my favourite stones. I sat there barefoot and let the dandelion to tickle my feet, and let the blackbird to come as close to me as just three or four steps away...I was daydreaming, watching clouds passing by in hurry and the stones standing composed and calm, generously sharing their energy with whoever asked…
One day more left of our bank holidays. One day more of being lazy and getting away with it, of being officially entitled to do nothing, even if there is unfinished project, that I was hoping to tackle over weekend, even if there is that sense of uncompleted housework, even if there is plenty of exciting ideas in my head but no incentive to put them into practice…I think, I’ll ignore all these and officially make the Monday The Idle Mom Day …;-)
Yesterday me and my dad went to Bristol to watch the Kid taking his helicopter flying lesson. It was an “Experience voucher” that we gave to him for his birthday some time ago. The flight was promptly booked and we all were excited to witness the historical moment…in fact, the most excited of all of us happened to be me. Apparently, moms are made like that – they tend to be anxious about their kids long after their kids have grown out of the worrying age…but what can I do if just thinking of his flight, I’ve imagined all the details of it, as if it was me to take it…how I would sit in the cabin with the glass doors, walls, everything (trust me – the helicopter cabin does look like a capsule of London Eye that somehow got detached and flew away into the freedom) I imagined how I would put my hand on the stick and feel the machine obeys my commands…
Well, perhaps, I’m imagining too much, ok…I imagined all the excitement and even more of that. I was pleased, smily and very agile…I couldn’t sit still awaiting the time of the lesson, I simply couldn’t sit still at all...I chatted, I laughed, I nudged the Kid all the time… Until I saw the helicopter returning from the previous “experience” flight. My perception of helicopting were ruined the very first moment I saw the black thing torpedoed across the sky as if being cannon-fired. Aren’t the helicopters supposed to fly VERY SLOW?! Now I didn’t want my son to get into that flying hybrid of the fan and vacuum cleaner…I was actually scared to trust my child to the mercy of gigantic propellered dragonfly. Yet along to think of him driving the thing at such speed…it was scary enough just to watch it flying…so I’ve done what normal mom would do in such a situation. I asked the Kid for a hundred times if he’s afraid, if he gets sea-sick, if he’s ok with the heights, if he’s change his mind by any chance…I admire his patience and tolerance of me. Must be life-long experience…he was calm and relaxed and smiling and totally enjoyed watching his mom going insane as the time approaches…Well, anyway…all went well, of course. (how else could it be?!) and despite of me overestimating grossly the danger of the ride, the Kid did enjoy it to the fullest. You could tell it by the way when he returned from the field to us, first thing he said was Geez! I SO loved it! And this was even before we managed to ask him…[*happy laugh] and what can be more gratifying to the mom, then seeing her child happy?!
As I mentioned before, we went to Bristol. We managed to get into disorientation trap there. I mean – we did get lost on our way to the Bristol Airport. So instead of 30 mins drive it took us almost an hour. Well, the good side of it was that we explored new places, tried new roads and learned why exactly the village Long Ashton called "Long". (it also has the tendency to get you back to the place you’ve started, so we did drive around it twice) Anyway, that was one day of fun and excitements…so exiting that I needed to fill up my energy somehow…
So today we went to Avebury…to my favourite stones. I sat there barefoot and let the dandelion to tickle my feet, and let the blackbird to come as close to me as just three or four steps away...I was daydreaming, watching clouds passing by in hurry and the stones standing composed and calm, generously sharing their energy with whoever asked…
One day more left of our bank holidays. One day more of being lazy and getting away with it, of being officially entitled to do nothing, even if there is unfinished project, that I was hoping to tackle over weekend, even if there is that sense of uncompleted housework, even if there is plenty of exciting ideas in my head but no incentive to put them into practice…I think, I’ll ignore all these and officially make the Monday The Idle Mom Day …;-)