If You Play Hard, You Gotta Pay The Piper
We had an unexpected treat this weekend:
friends invited us over to have lunch and swim, and we ended up
staying for almost nine hours having a fantastic time. We ate lunch
by the pool, swam for hours, changed into dry clothes, let the kids
watch movies and play like puppies while dinner was readied, ate
dinner, and then swam some more. By the time we went home the girls
were exhausted – the good kind of exhausted.
Our friends have a diving board, and Maddie and Cora were all over it. They lined up and jumped in for HOURS. Maddie did “trick” after “trick”: jumping like a pencil, jumping in the straddle splits, and so on. Cora was enamored of the deep part of the pool, and would cling to the side, take a deep breath, then dive down in her snorkel mask, pushing herself down the wall, to touch the bottom of the pool twelve loooooong feet away before popping up again like a cork, smiling insanely.
The girls had a great time.
Our friends have a diving board, and Maddie and Cora were all over it. They lined up and jumped in for HOURS. Maddie did “trick” after “trick”: jumping like a pencil, jumping in the straddle splits, and so on. Cora was enamored of the deep part of the pool, and would cling to the side, take a deep breath, then dive down in her snorkel mask, pushing herself down the wall, to touch the bottom of the pool twelve loooooong feet away before popping up again like a cork, smiling insanely.
The girls had a great time.
Then came the next morning.
Maddie woke up rather concerned because her leg was “killing!” her. After I checked her over, I determined that she’d pulled an inner thigh muscle with all her diving board hijinks. As Maddie limped around the house getting ready for church, she made another discovery – tender toes from waaaaaaaaaaay too many hours pushing off the side of the pool. Ouch.
Cora followed with her own list of maladies: sore toes including one cracked open, and tender finger pads from gripping the side of the pool. For hours. Cora was positively indignant that she should be hurting JUST BECAUSE SHE HAD SOME FUN. It did not seem right to be punished for hanging out and playing, doing nothing wrong.
I nodded my agreement as I desperately poured water into my dehydrated body.
Might as well learn it now, girls: play hard, pay hard.
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