July 23, 2014 at 2:10 p.m.
Precious time is spent with her family
As I See It
By Diana Dolecki-
We drove clear across the country last week to get beat at bowling by a 3-year-old. She bowled an 88 while my score was only 77.
The original plan was to go to the beach but it was raining so my daughter and her friend decided to take us bowling. The bowling alley people kindly raised the bumpers on the lane so that we couldn't throw the ball into the gutter.
My daughter took advantage of this by caroming the ball off the left bumper, then the right bumper and back again off the left one to knock down all but one pin. She repeated this feat several times. I'm not sure this was kosher but it worked for her.
Granddaughter Emma got the benefit of additional help in the form of a stand that the ball was placed on. Then she gave it a push. She had a blast. She also made a strike. It took three tries to make the strike. We think the first two tries were so soft that they didn't register and so the machine registered it as a strike. She didn't care what her score was, she was having fun. She high-fived everyone after every throw even if all the pins were still standing.
The final scores had my daughter's friend in first place, then my daughter, Emma, my husband and finally me. It is a good thing that grandson Jacob is too little to sit up on his own or else he would have probably beaten me also.
In my defense I hadn't been bowling since I was in my late teens, a very long time ago. It had been decades for my husband also.
The rest of the week we spent with them was equally enjoyable. Every shirt that my husband and I brought with us ended up with spit-up on it from baby Jacob. We ate invisible food prepared by the master chef, Emma. We had a birthday party for my daughter's friend a day before the actual birthday. We confused everyone with the explanation of how my ex-husband and I are related. We almost went deaf from baby shrieks and toddler melt-downs. We had our share of infant hugs and little girl laughs.
The drive home was one that neither of us wanted to make. It gets harder and harder to leave them behind. They have their own lives and we have our responsibilities. Sometimes I long for the days when families stayed together. Or is that a myth? True or not, we already miss them. Perhaps someday we can live closer together.
But if we did, would our time together be so precious?
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The original plan was to go to the beach but it was raining so my daughter and her friend decided to take us bowling. The bowling alley people kindly raised the bumpers on the lane so that we couldn't throw the ball into the gutter.
My daughter took advantage of this by caroming the ball off the left bumper, then the right bumper and back again off the left one to knock down all but one pin. She repeated this feat several times. I'm not sure this was kosher but it worked for her.
Granddaughter Emma got the benefit of additional help in the form of a stand that the ball was placed on. Then she gave it a push. She had a blast. She also made a strike. It took three tries to make the strike. We think the first two tries were so soft that they didn't register and so the machine registered it as a strike. She didn't care what her score was, she was having fun. She high-fived everyone after every throw even if all the pins were still standing.
The final scores had my daughter's friend in first place, then my daughter, Emma, my husband and finally me. It is a good thing that grandson Jacob is too little to sit up on his own or else he would have probably beaten me also.
In my defense I hadn't been bowling since I was in my late teens, a very long time ago. It had been decades for my husband also.
The rest of the week we spent with them was equally enjoyable. Every shirt that my husband and I brought with us ended up with spit-up on it from baby Jacob. We ate invisible food prepared by the master chef, Emma. We had a birthday party for my daughter's friend a day before the actual birthday. We confused everyone with the explanation of how my ex-husband and I are related. We almost went deaf from baby shrieks and toddler melt-downs. We had our share of infant hugs and little girl laughs.
The drive home was one that neither of us wanted to make. It gets harder and harder to leave them behind. They have their own lives and we have our responsibilities. Sometimes I long for the days when families stayed together. Or is that a myth? True or not, we already miss them. Perhaps someday we can live closer together.
But if we did, would our time together be so precious?
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