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Who’s Afraid of the Big, Bad Playground?

Photo Credit: Brian Ebersole

 

Remember the old days when you could walk to the playground and find a super fast, metal slide high above the ground with a steep, steel ladder? You’d climb to the very top and pause a moment to soak in the frightening, yet exhilarating view of the entire park.  You’d spy the yellow-painted, metal carousel that could spin you to windblown nausea.  You’d see the wooden beams connected together to form an obstacle course of balance-challenging logs and stumps smoothed by the many adventurous kids who hopped between them.  This is how I fondly remember the park near my childhood home.  It was a fun place to play, spend time with friends or make new ones, and seemed relatively safe with no recollection of any serious injuries.

Unfortunately, many wooden play structures became obsolete upon the discovery that arsenic and other harmful chemicals were part of the pressure-treating wood preservation process.  Metal slides which burned hot during hot, sunny days, fell out of favor also, so new playground equipment sprouted up.  Big, colorful plastic structures with clever handholds and bright pictures populate most playgrounds now.  They look fun and are safe for little ones to test their might when climbing, but what about the older kids? We realize they’re safe, but are they fun, and do they really offer the challenge older children require for exploring, learning and growing? Already my children rarely play on their wooden swing set which we bought 6 years ago.  They consider it boring and too easy to provide them enough excitement when I urge them outdoors.  The only item included that gets play anymore is the small clubhouse that my 6- and 9-year old now dwarf.

Did you read an article or watch a report regarding playground safety and if today’s playgrounds are too safe?  It mentions that today’s playground equipment offers less challenges, and also that there is a false sense of security for children with all the safety measures implemented.  Once a child meets up with a real test of their physical skills, they may either opt to avoid the challenge or not understand how to overcome it.   Apparently, parents’ fears about a child falling may be less dramatic because children who fall off a structure at a young age are less likely to have a fear of heights. [Read more...]

Feet Fail Me Not

“It will give you an answer for the question, ‘What have you been up to?’.” That’s true, it does. Only I am not sure it is an answer anyone expects to come out of my mouth. My all-star athlete running coach assures me that I am a runner. So I tried it. “Oh, did a half marathon in April, three races in June and a Dog Day Run this month.” Nope, doesn’t feel natural, almost like I am lying. Perhaps with each lap, each mile, I can run away from certain truths.

I am not an athlete. This is true. As a little girl I was more ballerina than ball player. During my very short softball career I would practice my plies’ while buried deep out in center field so that my athletic awkwardness did not get in the way of the play at hand. Once I grew out of dance class, I found a place in fitness. I actually like to exercise, but I enjoy it most when the instructor, routine, and music all work together to help my body move. Step class grew into sculpting and then into yoga. Before children, a good Saturday morning would consist of an hour of kick boxing followed by an hour of yoga, all while nursing a hangover. Nothing cured my overconsumption of Long Island Iced Teas like sweating for two hours. I felt like no matter how I was feeling, I could make my body do this, especially when I knew it could not do the one thing I wanted it to do, no matter how hard I wished, prayed or practiced.

“So you are here for infertility treatment.” [Read more...]

Let the Games Begin!

Summer always seemed so limitless and free with endless days of wonderful possibilities until boredom set in around August.  One way my sister L and I combated this boredom, with or without friends and relatives, was by playing board and card games.  Recall a time before the Wii or any other game station…forget about computer games and the myriad array of hand-held devices with their mind-numbing, colorful games (although I did own a super cool Merlin in the ‘70s).  I’m talking about good, old fashioned cardboard and plastic board and card games.  Let the games begin!

Every summer L and I would start it off by a marathon game of Monopoly which we began enthusiastically and abandoned before mid-July.  This pastime may have begun during one of the first rainy days when we couldn’t go to the pool or beach.  We loved that tradition until we hated it…or each other.

Stuck with only the two of us, we played all kinds of games: Uno, Bingo, Yahtzee, Trivial Pursuit, Life, Old Maid, Clue and the list goes on.  This resulted in hysterics or fights with the hurling of cards or game pieces or staring contests of more boredom when a game was played out.

We played Old Maid together, and I fervently hated losing that game! Being deemed the Old Maid was worse than any curse or insult shot at me because it meant I would end up old, ugly and alone.  In protest, I ripped up the poisonous card and shoved it between couch cushions.  Another time I hid the card (from a new pack), thereby deterring the game from reaching its conclusion and protecting us both from unmarried damnation. [Read more...]

Spoiled by Swimming Pools

During a particularly boiling-hot summer, the “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” characters went to several lengths to cool off in any available pool.  I found it hysterically funny for the measure of desperation.  They endured the public pool which contained broken glass and Danny DeVito throwing in a greased watermelon for sport.  They tried to join an exclusive private pool where the attendant insisted membership already reached capacity even though it appeared pristine and empty.  Others tried to renovate a unsalvageable pool and became stranded when the ladder was thrown out of the abyss.

Each year, I smile at the township’s registrar and gladly fork over my local pool’s membership dues.  I love swimming; the fresh, chlorine smell; the refreshing, great exercise; and the possibility of meeting new people.  For me, joining the pool and enjoying all its benefits outweigh any cost.

Blissful, sense memories from cooling off in a wet, turquoise expanse flood my mind.  I rarely enjoyed backyard sprinklers, hating the stray pieces of grass that would cling to the bottom of my feet.  As a toddler, my family joined our local pool.  I learned to swim there and could safely walk a short distance to the pool.

Despite the myriad of rules, the pool was a fun and exciting place to spend a hot summer afternoon.  Four aquamarine pools equipped for all ages and different types of swimming including lounging like tea bags, playing games, and swimming laps.  Excitement heightened when the diving towers opened where you sliced through air into deep sapphire waters.  We challenged each other to jump off the towers – I braved the first tower; my sister the second; and one courageous friend dove off the third which still makes me shiver with fear. [Read more...]

Repacking The Trunk For Spring

Moms have to flow with the Seasons, no matter how weird Mother Nature is.  Many moms I know here, in New Jersey, have been reluctant to switch their kids’ clothes from Winter garb to Spring/Summer wear because it’s been a wonky Spring.  One day hot, one day chilly.  So when I switched Junior’s drawers over, I made sure there were one or two long-sleeved shirts left at the bottom and one or two pair of sweatpants.

Similarly, as many of us do, the contents of the family vehicle change with the Seasons as well. In winter, I haul snowbrushes, a small shovel, kitty litter (for traction), and blankets in case we get stuck someplace for an hour or two.  Come Spring, I ditch the shovel and kitty litter but check the supply of snacks in the trunk (again, just in case we get stuck) to make sure their expiration dates are okay. [Read more...]

Tri-ing Harder

When the first wave crashed into me, I’ll admit I started to panic.  I’d only been swimming in the ocean for a month and a half (I’m not a Jersey-girl born and bred- I grew up in the land of lakes Midwest), and I was not used to the rough surf.  My husband did not like the fact that I was swimming in the ocean (he was worried I would drown), so all I could think was “I’m going to drown and prove him right.”  Then I saw the lifeguard next to me.  He yelled to me to dive underneath the next wave.  “You can do it,” he said.  His words registered with me- he did not say I should quit.  So I dived underneath the wave and then started to swim.

Several months earlier, I signed up for a sprint triathlon.  A triathlon consists of a swim, bike and run.  It was a pretty crazy thing for me to do.  I was taking a wonderful stroller class and exercised regularly, but as I mentioned before, I had no ocean swimming experience.  And I had just started running.  And I hadn’t ridden a bike since before my children were born.  Ok, so now that I’m writing this, I realize it really did seem crazy. 

But I felt I had to do something to get out of my comfort zone.  I had spent the winter before in a bit of a funk.  The day-to-day of being a stay-at-home mom was beginning to get me down, and I needed a shot of something to make me feel like I was accomplishing more than getting the kids dressed for the day and buying groceries.  Of course I know I was doing much more than that, but sometimes I got lost in my routine. [Read more...]

A Wicked Fly Ball This Way Comes

Last year, my son J played t-ball for the first time.  At age 4, he was enamored with the idea of playing, partly from observing the neighborhood boys; partly from his own baseball game fantasies.  When my husband who is only an occasional sports enthusiast brought him to practices or games, he would return with frustrated stories of how J barely paid attention, goofed off and roughhoused with his teammates.  However, we registered him once again because maybe, with age, he’ll pay more attention, and we’ll enjoy watching the games.

When I was a child, I expressed no interest in sports and dreaded gym class where I inevitably was chosen last for a team.  My coordination was mediocre, and, despite my nervous nature, I’d find myself daydreaming out in left field.  In college, I unhappily learned that I must complete a gym requirement in order to graduate.  Luckily, I signed up for bowling where I received the “Most Improved Player” award and square dancing where friends and I compared notes about cute guys and sweaty palms.

I recall borrowing a shirt from my die-hard baseball fan roommate, hoping to impress and capture the interest of a guy.  It didn’t work, and I felt disgusted because I’d never pretended to be someone else for a guy before.  So I reverted back to my previous true persona as indifferent toward sports. [Read more...]

He's a Boy…a Boy Wrestler

Recently, I wrote about concerns that my son J may be turning into a bully.  Without provocation, he roughhoused with other children.  Due to this behavior, some moms’ glares could melt the winter’s frozen solid ice and snow. After careful consideration and some skepticism, I believe we found a solution.

With the high energy my son displays, I need to keep him moving.  Early on, I invested in a small exercise trampoline, ideal for releasing energy during inclement weather.    We tried soccer where my sociable son couldn’t keep his hands to himself, tumbling and chatting with teammates and opponents alike, ignoring the ball.

Tucked into one of my kids’ backpacks was a flyer advertising a local junior wrestling league.  I briefly glanced at it, absently placing it on my husband B’s side of the kitchen table.  After he read it, he emphatically stated that he would sign J up.

My head jerked up in alarm, and I blurted out, “What?!?”  Wrestling seemed so barbaric and…weird! Why would my sweet little boy want to fight anyone? Then flashbacks of times I thought he had bullied other children hit me.  Could I have been wrong about his intentions? Was he like a wild puppy that needed to roll around with other puppies?  His kindergarten teacher told us he is rambunctious but never malicious.

“The Romans and Greeks wrestled!” B proclaimed, convincing me to let J wrestle.  I remember the high school wrestlers swaggered around school, cool, confident, almost cocky.  Even B’s older brother assisted the wrestling coaches after injuring his knee in football.  Did wrestling fit into my son’s athletic future? [Read more...]

The Jets— A Family Affair

It started with Hard Knocks, the HBO series profiling the Jets pre-season. I developed an odd little crush on Rex Ryan, the overweight, foul-mouthed coach of the Jets. His love for the sport, the guys, and yes, his allegedly fair-footed wife- I found him endearing. That and the fact that even my four-year-old wakes up on game days asking to wear her Jets jersey made this year’s football season different than those in years past. For the first time, football became a family affair in our home.

And now, as if in reward for my finally paying attention to a sport, the Jets were again in the running for the Super Bowl this year. We planned our family vacation so that we would be on couches, tuned in..in time for kick off.

The boys winced and paced with my husband throughout the first half. I imagined the Superbowl party we might host, the memories a Jets Superbowl would create for the kids. The game didn’t look great from the outset, but we remained hopeful. Yet as even with the Jets down by 14 and my husband and the boys doing all they could to keep from waking our little one with shouts of disappointment, I realized I was watching the game with two minds. My heart was in it, but truth be told, I was watching the game less like a die-hard fan, more like someone’s mother.

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