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Topic: Sport or Fitness (02/15/07)
- TITLE: Flattened By My Son
By Patty Wysong
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My 14 year old son eyed me skeptically. “Do you remember what to do?”
“Yeah, I do. Here I’ll show you.” I lined myself up so that we’d be sure to land on the mat and not the concrete floor. “OK, now, you act like you’re grabbing me from behind. There, that’s right. Now, let’s see...”
In my mind I replayed the instructions, ‘simply get your feet spread farther apart than his are.’ So, I got my legs spread, reached between them, grabbed one of Aaron’s and… completely forgot the next thing to do.
“Umm, Aaron? Do you remember what I’m supposed to do now?”
“Hunh-uh” he mumbled against my back as we were both bent over almost double.
Just then Jeff, our instructor, jumped in, “That’s right. Now just hold on tight and roll on this shoulder.” He tapped the opposite shoulder of the leg I was holding on to.
“Just roll?” I hedged with last minute jitters as I tried to lift my head and look at him.
Jeff rolled his eyes. “Yes, just roll.”
He reached over, grabbed my belt and gave me a very gentle tug in the right direction. Being the compliant person that I am, I rolled.
“Oooofff.” Somehow I had managed to throw Aaron on my face. Yes, my face.
When I finally uncrossed my eyes Jeff was above me and I was flat on my back, clutching Aaron’s leg. “You ok?” He brushed Aaron’s legs off my face and helped me find my glasses. Now, usually we’re pretty good when it comes to remembering glasses, but no one thought of them this time and mine were splayed across my chin.
Aaron’s face appeared above me. “Mom? Are you ok? I’m sorry, Mom! Are you hurt?” The poor boy was in a panic, remembering the last time I threw someone on myself—it took me weeks to recover from that, but then, that guy weighed 125 pounds more than Aaron.
“Yeah, I’m fine!” I sat up, supposedly to try fixing my glasses, but mostly so I could hide my face. Talk about being embarrassed!
Jeff, seeing I was just fine, didn’t worry about my feelings. He enjoyed a good laugh, then, to my horror said, “Good, now do it again!” Sometimes I swear the man is crazy!
“Of course again! You can’t expect to do something perfectly the first time. It takes practice; doing it again and again and again. If you want to be good at something it takes diligence; not giving up the first time just because you get flattened. You’ll probably get flattened a few more times tonight before you get the hang of this, but better in here on the mats than out there on concrete or gravel. This time turn your face away.” He took my reshaped glasses from my hands and waved us back into position.
We did the throw again and again, taking turns throwing each other, and finally remembered to turn our faces away. Jeff was right. We got flattened a few more times each, but because we didn’t give up we eventually got the hang of it.
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