Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Water wings

I'm still trying to figure out what all the lessons were from my recent trip across the pond. I think I've almost gotten a hold on one:
Water wings. We spent lots of time introducing some young children to buoyancy, being in the water, floating, keeping your breathing apparatus out of the H20. They were excited to be in the water but wouldn't let go of our necks at first. Slowly they let us hold them instead of the other way around. And, here's the cruel part. The crucial part. The part I didn't like the most when it was done to me.

At some point, you have to let them go. All the way. So they can fully experience the wings bearing them up. They have to learn to flex their little arm muscles to further submerge the floaties so their little noses and mouths can find the air. You can say it a million different ways, but in the end you have to let go with your hands and let them work it out.

It is scary as crap when you're a grown up in a very foreign land. And you're submerged in something you don't know how to maneuver through, somewhere that isn't instinctive or innate. I've got great instincts. I get by on them all the time. They were no good to me in Narnia. I needed something more.

I sure made some horrible gasping noises and flailed about like I was drowning, even if nobody could see me or hear me. But, as I finally realized, I had on my water wings the whole time.

They do tend to deflate over time and you have to add some air here and there. I totally get that now. But, they are just the beginning. I've heard of these things called surf boards. Hmmm...

5 comments:

Chip said...

Awesome ... scary as crap, but awesome. I can't wait to hear more stories of your trip. And I'm so glad you're back. I need your wit and humor like a crackhead needs his ... well, whatever those folks need.

Liver is good said...

I have been waiting 8 days for this post. You have outdone yourself again describing something that to me seems beyond description. I am real proud of you friend. As I sit here in my comfortable cul de sac barely letting my toes touch the water.

Sharliss Jane Arnold said...

Surfboards attrack sharks and believe me, I have worked hard to stay on top of the surfboards and watch the sharks circle, God is so good, He keeps me safe and calm even when I too am in the "ocean of confussion". But just to remind you, I love love love the beach but I hate to walk in the ocean. I am so thankful you are home, safe, and ready to receive what God truly wants you to learn from your trip.

Jennie B said...
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Jennie B said...

good words, Sis.