I remember when I would tell stories about my friends or cousins and my mom would say I was “telling tales out of school”. Apparently it means you’re spreading gossip, but I’m sure I wasn’t…ok, maybe a little. I was just a kid. I’m much better now that I’m all growed up.
Every once in awhile I remember a story from when my kids were younger that I get the urge to share with my readers. Most of these “tales” are light, usually comical and almost always sweet. They remind me that kids are like onions – they have layers (quoting the great and wise guru, Shrek). So I decided to call these little segments Tales Out of School.
A few summers ago we had a trampoline in the backyard. The kids loved the trampoline, especially Alexi. They would bounce on it. Run on it. Wrestle on it. Sword fight on it (relax, they were Nerf swords. They’re only allowed to use real swords when their feet are on the grass). Sprayed water on it and slid around. Laid down and read. It was a well-used trampoline.
One lovely summer’s eve we all went outside to play on the trampoline (for me this usually meant two bounces and then I had to pee, ladies I’m sure you understand), but we ended up lying on it and stargazing. It was beautiful. The night was clear. The stars were bright. I had the two loves of my life beside me. That moment in time was a little piece of heaven.
I remember sighing in contentment. I told the kids, “This is so serene.” Alexi popped right up, “What’s serene, mom?” “Well, serene means peaceful and tranquil.”
At that, my son jumped right up and started bouncing with all his might while yelling, “Wreck the serene! Wreck the serene!”
I guess ADHD doesn’t do serene.