One Saturday morning I was lounging with my cup of coffee in our family room. I was enjoying the morning news and the relaxing feeling of not having to rush to get everyone ready for work and daycare. My kids, on the other hand, had a little more energy than I.
Running down the hallway was my son pulling his sister on her blanket like she was on a sled. They were both laughing hysterically, but my son was also huffing and puffing. I asked him what they were doing and he proudly told me they were "exercising."
He pulled her back and forth, up and down the hallway multiple times. He kept talking to his sister and saying how good of a job she was doing, as sweat was starting to form on his forehead. Maybe he didn't realize that he was doing all the work and she was just lying on her belly and holding on tight.
I'm still not sure whose idea this was in the first place. I would think my son's, since he is older. But considering she must have plopped down on her blankie, I almost wonder if she didn't have her strategy in place. She may have thought "what a fun game, I'll have him pull me around on my blanket! He'll do all the work and I'll just enjoy the ride. (Wink wink.)"
This was one of the funniest moments I've had as a mother of two. It was great to watch them giggling and "exercising" together with their imaginations at full throttle. But the funniest part for me was the fact that he was working SO hard because even though he is 3 years older than her, he is probably only 8 pounds heavier.
The poor thing, if only he would have thought to pull her on the hardwood floors. That would have been much easier than our shag carpet!
(Lauritsen, West Fargo, enjoys writing, in particular, sharing her insight into parenting issues that present themselves daily in the upbringing and nurturing of her two small children.)