Magic Moments ~ Splash

Writing for Jaime again 'smile time' because I really do love this linky.

I like the feeling it brings when you read through people's magic moments,I like choosing which moment I can write about and I like how friendly Jaime is and how she is bringing this blogging community together and I know I say that a lot but I do truly mean it.

So here we go and this week I'm going to tell you about....puddle jumping ~ big style puddle jumping

The Puddle

Now this happy memory is old,let me cast my mind back and count the years,it was when my middle son was in year six,he's nearly 17 now,but actually thinking about it it was only six and a half years ago, I'm now thinking oh my goodness he was doing this kind of stuff just six years ago, wow times have changed because he seems so grown up in some ways,doing A-Levels,thinking about jobs,doesn't time fly! 

Well my middle boy was a really active kid!Couldn't sit still for toffee,ran everywhere, jumped high and had a massive streak of dare inside of him ( he still does,he hasn't changed too much! ) 

People used to say to me "He's a bit of a lad,isn't he" or "He's a lad 'n a half" or "He's got fire in his belly" 

I haven't heard these sayings for ages now but believe me,back in the day I heard them on a weekly basis if not more.

I used to love to go and pick him up from school and he would come bounding out the classroom and literally run,jump and leap all the way home,doing acrobatic stunts as he went.I

 was a very laid parent and as long as he wasn't in mortal danger or being rude to anyone I was fine with his antics....after all he was just a lad,everybody told me so!

Well one day it had been raining big style and in the field opposite the school there were puddles.

Not small puddles,big deep long wide puddles,absolutely muddy puddles.The sort of puddles you get on a field pretty massive puddles.

He came tearing out of school with his mate,raced up the school drive and as we crossed the road he saw the puddles.

Now the sensible thing to do would have been to carry on on the nice,clean,dry pavement but I looked at his face and I knew him so well and I knew secondary school was looming and that this boy of mine was growing up and one day wouldn't want to jump in puddles.

So I told him to go for it.

I took his school bag from him and said I would meet him at home,which was two minutes away and I just let him play.

I watched for one minute as he ran without a care in the world straight through the enormous puddle and then literally just rolled in it.

He did not care a hoot,he was just having the muddiest,wettest time ever.

I could sense a certain amount of OMG from quite a few parents but just like my middle boy I didn't care a hoot either and I went home and waited for him to return.

He wasn't that long actually and yes he was a state and yes his clothes were a disaster!

But you know what...he washed up like new and so did his clothes after a good soak.

No damage done,just a lot of excitement and fun and a lasting memory.

Because whenever I walk past that field on a rainy day those puddles reappear and to this day I still remember the day he splashed in those puddles....I wonder if he does! 

I say when you have got a lad 'n a half,embrace it!

And one last thing....this was before the days of our puddle jumping friend Peppa.In these days it was not so fashionable to puddle jump,especially in your school uniform!

 Perhaps Peppa was watching us!

 Perhaps we taught her all she knows! 

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