We finally got out on the water and let's just say that the first day was a little awkward for all of us...we were trying to get Sydney started off of the beach when some super experienced water skiing mother with at least 6 kids came over to give Bobby her ski advice. I laughed on the inside watching their whole conversation play out. He wasn't at a place where he could accept any suggestions from anyone if you know what I mean. That day ended with a few tears from Sydney who was now beginning to change her mind about skiing which really was okay with me.
Well, the next day, Bobby insisted that we try again but he had a plan that once again came out of nowhere and with no conferencing with me. He just confidently looked at me and said, "Do you want to get in the water with her or drive the boat?" Now I really didn't want to have a fight on our vacation, but I was beginning to feel a good one coming on...the truth was, I didn't want to do either job! I REALLY just wanted to go to the beach and build a sandcastle and stare at the ocean, but NOT get in it.
And then I realized what this awful thing called fear was doing to me...I don't want her to ski...she might get hurt, I don't want to drive the boat...I might hit something or go too fast, I don't want to get in the water and try to swim and hold our child...I'm not that strong of a swimmer. I was beginning to see that my fear was going to hold us all back if I let it and I hated that. I didn't want to be THAT mom or THAT wife for that matter. "I'll take the water," I finally replied letting out a deep breath. So, I geared up with a life jacket and my new very cool hot pink fins and jumped overboard coaxing Sydney to jump to me which she quickly did. We got her skis on in the water...I got her set so that the ski rope was right between the two skis and then held them straight while she and I waited for Bobby to push down on the throttle.
For the rest of my life, I'll never forget the feeling...the closeness of holding my sweet seven year old in front of me in the water and the inner joy that came with watching her tiny little muscular legs finally stand up on the skis and go! It was like she slid right out of my finger tips and all I could see was the back of her ice blue life jacket moving through the water as I raised my hands and head to the sky and screamed, "WHOOOOO-HOOOO!!!" Some teenagers who were watching on a nearby dock screamed and cheered for her as she cruised past them and the scene, even from my angle in the water bouncing all around, was something to behold.
I later told Bobby that of the two of us (he and I), I actually had the best seat. He agreed that it was probably pretty cool to be holding her and then see her go. And to think that I would have missed the moment...the memory... and the shear joy that came with watching her ski all because of FEAR. I know we're not meant to live this way...I know with it, we're not REALLY living at all. So I'm saying goodbye to fear for a while which sort of excites me because it means that there are more memories like this one ahead of us! And if I fear anything, it will be that I might miss them.
***On a side note, I will always be CAUTIOUS and so later in the afternoon when the teenage boys came out onto the waterway and were flying past us, we were back on the boat and headed to the dock.