It’s funny, but I don’t think of myself as middle-aged. Inside, I still feel 21 or 22 – or even, sometimes, like that awkward and gawky and desperately self-conscious high schooler I used to be. But the truth is that I am stepping out into my 50’s and this week I managed to prove to myself that I am no spring chicken.
There are several young moms in our church family that I just adore – and admire. They range in age from early 20’s to mid 30’s, which means that almost all of them are really and truly young enough to be my daughters, and I have loved getting to know them. I decided to have a Moms and Tots pool party for them on Monday, sort of a “school is almost getting ready to start” last hurrah, and the idea was that I would play surrogate grandma to the kids while the moms visited and took it a little easy.
I was sorry that not all the moms on my list were able to make it, but we still had nine kids in the pool and digging into the Icee pops and juice boxes we stocked for them in the cooler.
And I have to say that it made my heart really, really glad to hear their squeals and laughter, and even gladder when they shouted, “Miss Francesca, look what I can do!” For the last hour or so, I floated in the deep end and encouraged the bravest ones as they conquered their fear of the diving board, catching the littler ones and cheering as they took the leap, lifting them up over the side for another try, and taking real delight when they insisted that I be the one to stand by to rescue them if anything went wrong. Of course, it never occurred to me that tending to so many little ones in such physical ways is something I haven’t done in years and years and years, and given my current physical limitations, I suppose I should have thought that through a little more. But I didn’t and they leapt over and over into my arms without fear or self-consciousness and I just loved every single minute of it.
And yesterday I could hardly move. Like, literally. I groaned my way out of bed, sucked down a few Aleve, and planted my bottom in Nick’s man room with some beading and the TV and did not move. I napped, and beaded, and napped, and took more Aleve, and grit (gritted?) my teeth every time I had to get up for any reason. And even though I got a full night’s sleep on Monday night and slept for at least four additional hours yesterday, I still slept for 10 hours last night. I am telling you, my admiration for these moms is through the roof – I have no idea how they manage. And although I am still physically tired today, my heart is completely full – it was just such a treat to spend time with these wonderful women and their adorable kids! (Special thanks to my sweet Nick, who cleaned the back yard and made sure the pool was ready for all those little hands and feet. How would I ever manage without him??!)
In studio news, I’ve been stocking up on some new beads for beady projects, and working on some pieces based on Kate McKinnon and Jean Power‘s upcoming book, “Contemporary Geometric Beadwork” which are completely outside my normal creative endeavors. Here’s the horned cuff I worked on over the weekend.
So how was your weekend??