Mama Kat is giving me an opportunity to participate today without thinking.  Because of the crazy and amazing summer this has been, I am forever grateful to her for that.

As the summer has drastically heated up around here we have been searching for relief in the confines of the neighborhood pool.  This year our pool is without a deep end and a diving board.  This simple fact does not break my heart in the least.

Mama Kat offered the chance to recycle a post from a July archive.  Any July archive.  As I looked back in time to review my thoughts from what seems like ages ago, this post stood out for me.  Please help me relive my summer pool experience as a kid and know that as I have become an adult I have found relief.

From Above…

She climbed each rung of the ladder slowly.  Taking a deep breath with each movement of her foot.

They stood behind her.  She couldn’t back down.

Three small rungs from base to platform.

They moved continually behind her so that she would keep moving forward.

Had she known about pirates she would have sworn she was walking the plank.

But it was the early 80’s.  The era before cable and videos.  When there were only 4 channels on TV.  When Holly Hobby danced across her walls and her bed.

Pirates simply did not exist.

She took the steps slowly, mindful of every move.  Anxiety building.  Step with one foot, slide the other foot forward to meet it.

Their presence behind her was stronger than ever.  There was a new presence below her.

She had reached the end of the line.  There was nowhere to go but down.  They were giving her no choice.

Large arms reached around her waist from behind.  Hands clasped together.  She was being lifted at the armpits by a force she could not fight.  One that could not be reckoned with.

She took flight.  Most certainly not of her own free will.

There were voices all around her but she couldn’t make out what any of them were saying.

Then suddenly it was quiet.  The voices were muffled.  Arms were reaching toward her.  Lifting her to the light, to the air.

She reach the surface and gasped.  Her heart racing.  The panic overwhelming.

See, that wasn’t so bad.  Somewhere a voice was trying to console her.

She had survived the experience though she was unsure how.

She was scarred by the experience for life.

She trembles when her children beg her to jump so that they can live vicariously through her.  The really high one mommy, please?!?!


About Brotherly Love

I am a mom, partner, teacher and a lover of life. I have two fabulous boys who define my life as I know it. One of my children has been diagnosed with a sensory processing disorder, Asperger's and anxiety disorder. I blog as much about him as I do about my life and the lives of my immediate family.
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2 Responses to Recycle

  1. Oh, I’ve so been there! It is kind of like walking the plank, isn’t it?

  2. This was great — so well written. I love to swim but this brought back memories of swim lessons so long ago. I was terrified. But like most things we just have to take the plunge. And you did.

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