Bouncy House Bad A...
Father's Day has a host of awesome traditions, and one of the
highlights is going to Rhode Island for Domenic, Jr. Father's Day
cookout. Part of it has to do with hanging out with the family.
Another part has to do with the Bouncy House he rents for the day. The
final part is, well...D'Aleno desserts. You get all of the following in
one place--a burger, sweaty semi-nauseous kids, and sugary treats that
make the Ace of Cakes guy look like a chump.
This
year was no different: burgers, sweaty kids, and an oreo on a stick
covered in pink chocolate and confectionary confetti. This year Isaac
was finally old enough and big enough to get in the Bouncy House. I say
that because the Bouncy House is basically Thunderdome. It is a rough
and tumble place in there. Kids discovered that you can run into the
support pillars (filled with air) at full speed with zero effect. They
also discovered that pig piles, while fun on the ground, are awesome in
the Bouncy House. Isaac saw that fun and was understandably nurvous.
I
was cool with his hesitation, but I remember being a kid and being
irrationally afraid of things and I don't want him to be that way. I
remember being afraid of the high dive at the local pool and getting hit
by a baseball (despite playing for three years). I understand that
Isaac is going to be afraid of stuff, I just want to try to help him
avoid as many of these fear sand pits as possible.
As
the day wrapped up and the big kids left the Bouncy House, Isaac slowly
ventured over. He didn't want to go in and then he did. He would look
in and then look at us. Then all of sudden he got in. At first he
wasn't sure of himself. Slowly, with the aid of his two cousins, he got
in and started, well, bouncing. It was awesome watching him conquer
his fear. There were a few moments of panic, but they subsided until,
in the end, he didn't want to leave the Bouncy House.
It was an awesome Father's Day and even better because I saw my little guy muster up some courage and fight back his fear.