Frip and Fride
“Slip and Slide,” to me is nostalgic, good clean fun. To my four-year old son, it’s a race, an adventure, a great reason to run and screech, leap and skid and get good and drenched… and of course, covered in grass! But to my two-year old daughter, it’s less like “Slip and Slide” and more like “slip and fall down.”
“Mama, this frip and fride hurted my buuuuuuuns!” she wails after attempting a high-speed strut instead of a belly flop slide.
Having children is something like being on a treasure hunt without the map, or any clue what you’re looking for. But when you’re on a treasure hunt and you’re not sure what exactly you’re looking for, you tend to look harder. I have found so many lessons (though a few gold doubloons would be nice, too). The morals I teach them are morals I am relearning. It’s easy as a “grown up” to forget to be nice, to share, to play well with others.
“C’mon, Bean-Bean” I say to my wee lady as I take her hand and lead her back around to the beginning of the slip and slide. Initially, that “frip and fride” as she calls it, was just a fun outside toy.
“You can do it, kiddo. Watch your brother, he’ll show you how. You can do it!” Now it’s a lesson, a goal to be met, an obstacle to be conquered. She did it, you know. Didn’t quite make it all the way down to the end, but she got a running start (well, sort of a wiggling, galloping start, really) and tried again.
As a parent, on this treasure hunt without a map, I’m not always sure if I’m “doing it right” or “getting somewhere.” I make mistakes, I do things that I thought I’d never do (chicken nuggets for breakfast? I’d never do that! Oh…), and I’m not always the peaceful, patient parent I wish I were. But, I’ll keep trying. I might not always make it, but I will keep trying.
– Tara M. (Guest Author)