Dear Trampoline Inventor

Dear Trampoline Inventor,

I both thank you and simultaneously regret your ingenuity.  This thing of yours is a bouncing portal for intermittent urine if I ever saw one. Four children out of this body…. You do the math on how things function “down there” before you go judging my bladder control. What is the deal?  You literally step foot on this thing and you have an instant headache. Our children are the Pied Piper to this experience waiting to happen, however our spine is literally screaming at us “don’t you dare… you’re 40 you idiot.” But, alas we go at their whim. We go because they call for us to show up as “fun mom” and we don’t want to go down in their memories as the opposite of that. Ever.  (SIDE NOTE to you kids: this is not the jarring, pee-soaked underwear kind of fun we moms want. I have an idea….. wait for it: Let’s play “Resort”. How about that? I’ll lie right here on this couch and you can bring me things like orange juice. Only, let’s have fun and ramp up the OJ with some adult bubbles. Sure – you can rub my feet. That’s what happens in “resort land”…. How about that? I can fun-mom that all freakin day long) Trampoline Guy, no-one wants to play “Resort” they want you to “bounce them down”, “crack the egg” and “flip the mummy” on a big black stretch of pee producing woven material on a thousand springs that occasionally pop off.

Life is a blast sometimes. Kids are the best sometimes. I love this contraption of a trampoline sometimes because they’ll play on it all day long. But, when they call for me – when they call for “fun mom”….. there is great sacrifice at play here. I mean it.  Don’t think my 100 “not right now’s” is easy for me. It’s hard to say no to their plea for me to be amazing. Believe me. It’s just that I want to show up for them in seventy-two other ways outside of bouncing my way to a headache and wet undergarments and a fight over who purposely tackled whom.

You are a billionaire. No question…. And so is a Chiropractor. You guys had a meeting of the minds didn’t you? You guys are in cahoots with the roller coaster inventor and the paint gun inventor and the person who suggested reading books to kids at night at the end of a long day. Now that’s another super touching moment as I glance at the clock twelve times guessing how many more minutes until I’m finally alone with my thoughts. I feel awesome as I wonder if I can sneak in a flip of a couple extra pages with this next turn.

I’m a good mom. A great one. I promise. I just need you to know that “fun moms” all over the world have a love hate relationship with you, trampoline inventor.  We feel the pressure to show up on this thing when all we intended to do was to stuff our kids inside and zip the thing close and….. walk away.

Cheers to you though! Thank you for your contribution to the American family nationwide. You have done wonders for boring summers because you’re always an option for play. You have done wonders for birthday parties and neighbor kids coming to our house and for moms all across the land who get to say “just go jump on the trampoline” when we’re told there’s “nothing” to do. But, I tell you what.  You snuck this one in on us. We didn’t know we’d be required to be a part of your equation. So, here’s the thing. Can you go back to the drafting room and invent some stadium seating INSIDE the trampoline for the “fun moms”?  This way- we’ll technically be on it, but our underwear will be dry, our heads won’t ache and that non-insurance taking Chiropractor will quit getting all my money after we experience your “fun”. Get to work guys.  You can do better than just a flat piece of fabric on a thousand springs. Get us the Mom Seat please. We beg of you.

Sincerly-

Changing my Clothes Now Mother

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s