Today was a great day. I coerced my son into going to my friend’s daughter’s birthday party. He was reluctant to go because he was the only boy there. Since I made him go to the party, he made me play video games and ride the attractions.
My child is an introvert, just like me. However, I’m more of an outgoing introvert. I will at least try to be social. He’s shy around strangers, and I guess it was heightened because there was a room full of girls. He’s 12, and 12-year-olds are weird.
Anyway, I played video games. I also rode the Tilt-a-whirl and drove Bumper Cars. I beat him twice in air hockey. I can’t remember the last time I had that much fun, and more importantly, I can’t remember the last time I was that active. I was a bit tired and woozy, but the endorphins that were released outweighed that.
As a kid, the Tilt-a-whirl was my favorite ride. I’d ride it three or four times when the carnival came to town. My mother would take my friend and I to the carnival every time it would come to town. That friend is the same friend whose daughter’s party I attended. While spinning around on the Tilt-a-whirl, I remembered a much happier time. A time when I felt free.
It’s funny how the little things can mean so much. Spending time with my son and seeing him enjoy the same rides I enjoyed as a child brought me the joy I needed to feel. I had really been feeling down this week, but that changed today. I received the hope I needed to feel.