Jenny On the Spot

of my poor mothering…

We went to the park earlier this week. It was supposed to be in the low 60’s and sunny. That’s a heat wave around here. We dressed for the sun, but I did bring sweaters - just in case - because I am a good Pacific Northwest mom.

Anywho… I was busy swinging higher and better than Olivia (my 6 year old) when Lucy (age 3) went up to another mother across the park and asked, “Can you get me my sweater? I’m cold.”

I saw Lucy talk to the mom (who I later interrogated about her very cool nose piercing). I figured I should see what was up. So I got as much air as possible and did a back flip with a twist off the swing. I spouted “Neener, I’m better than you!” to Olivia. Then I ran off to make sure Lucy’s new mom was able to find that sweater. Kidding.

I dragged my feet and stopped the swing completely - so as not to break my old and fragile back. I told Livi I was proud at her efficient swing-pumping, gave a thumbs up, insisted she didn’t need another Under Dog to get more air, and left to check on Lucy and her new mom. I found out what Lucy needed, retrieved her sweater, and saved my girl from hypothermia. Then I returned to the mom Lucy nearly adopted and asked her all about her cute little nose stud.

And people wonder what I do all day.