After spending the summer jumping off a wooden dock we took the birthday boy to the city pool, where there were diving boards, chlorine, and cement sidewalks.
He asked if he could jump off the diving boards. I didn’t know. Could he swim to the ladder? So hard to know, as the lake obscures so many of the boundaries that he swims around.
“Sure,” I said, gingerly, keeping my watchful gaze over his body, while scanning the distance from the diving board to the ladder.
He Jumped, and easily swam to the ladder.
Shot from my htc Google phone.
Beaming from his success, he looked back at me and said, “Can I go off the high dive?”
“Sure,” I said.
He marched up the ladder. Took a break, and looked down, and carefully, climbed back down the ladder backwards.
“Mom, you were wrong. I can’t do that.
And Happy Birthday.