I have very much taken for granted my youth and having a sister. During the summer, depending on age, I was riding my bike to the pool, going over to a friends house, riding my bike up to the DQ, sunbathing in the back yard, planning sleep overs, building forts, on vacation in Oklahoma visiting grandparents, in McPherson with my Aunt and Uncle, staying up and reading until the early hours in the morning and not getting up until noon, where I would then head to the pool and hang out until it was time for my parents to get home. I would then eat dinner and play outside until the street lights came on. Then there's all the memories of driving and dragging main and Stop To Shop...but those might need to be another blog...or when Delaney is older and I don't have to worry about her questioning what I type!
Then there's my sister. There were many of summers that she was in charge of me. Regardless if we were fighting or best of friends, she was always there for me. I was never truly alone. I had someone to confide in, someone to go too when I did something I wasn't supposed too, and to beg for rides when I wanted to go somewhere.
When Delaney asked for a friend to come over and spend a few days, I really didn't hesitate. One, I really like this friend (super, super sweet) and second, Delaney's stuck in the house all day long with nothing to do but watch TV, deal with the zoo we have and listen to music. Now, for me, this would be total heaven, but I can see how fast that would become old. I don't know if Delaney had siblings (she does have an older sibling, but she lives in a different state) that were close in age if she would really be thankful for them. They can be a pain. But, I also know that there is something to being an only child, friends spread all over a large area, and having parents that work.
I called my childhood BFF, Melissa, and said that I totally understood why our parents where always so happy to agree with our spending many nights out in the yard in our tents or at least at each other's homes. They didn't have to entertain us, they never had to worry about us, and we always had such a good time. As I laid in bed last night listening to Delaney and Victoria giggle (and other noises that I don't even want to imagine what they were getting into) I could only smile and my heart was happy. Delaney was happy. Sometimes, at the end of the day, that's all it takes. Your child is happy.
From single city princess to soccer step-mom. Come join the adventure!
Jonya, I love going down memory lane! Oh the stories I could tell and the laughs we shared! Do you remember when Michelle and Kayla called us while we were at the pool and insisted that we not walk home. When pushed further about walking they told us it was too hot to walk. Well we knew something wasn't right for them to want to shield us from the hot sun. Later we found out that Michelle had been flashed on her way home from the pool. Then to find out that the cops were looking for...my dad, who was looking for the flasher! The man was never found which was probably for the best. I also want to say sorry for ripping your Holly Hobby shirt while you were playing in our front yard, but thank you for coming over!! LoL!! Those were the days! Maybe someday I'll take the time to write some of those memories down. Oh yeah...do you remember when a lot of the girls got lice after sharing someone's hair things? I didn't get it because I didn't want my hair done so I used our friends hair stuff on everyone else. Love you girl and thanks for this blog!
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