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This week’s prompt… Sky Diving. You have 15 minutes–go!
The year I turned 50, I took 50 items off my bucket list. It seems an easy thing to do, find 50 new experiences to have in a year. It may not be as simple as that.
As with many conundrums, I turned to my friends on Facebook and in the flesh to pitch ideas of things I could do for my monumental year. Things like learning to knit, learning to juggle, and trying goat yoga were popular with the group. Several, who I can only barely call friends at this point, suggested I try haggis or sky diving. I’m sorry haggis, it is not personal, but it is not going to happen and the friends that wanted me subjected to its intestine-y delight have been unceremoniously removed from my Christmas list.
Sky diving though I was not entirely sure I didn’t want to do so I went to the indoor iFly skydiving centre with some friends and some clarity. We did have the time of our lives and I learned something that day I didn’t expect to learn. I am capable of giving up control and allowing something else to guide the ship—in this case, the wind. I learned something else that day too. I’d had enough. Indoor flying with a cushy floor only a few feet away was my idea of sky diving.
It was a few weeks ago that our 15-year-old son announced that for his 16th birthday he wanted to go skydiving. My heart sank like a 50-year-old woman without a parachute. The idea that my baby would throw himself willingly out of an airplane, brought me crashing, metaphorically, to the ground and the fall wasn’t as cushy as I had imagined.
But, I remembered the lesson I learned that day once my heart rate returned. I am capable of giving up control and allowing something else to guide the ship. This ship just so happened to be a 6 foot tall, strong-willed, blue-eyed child. He had been flying with my wind for his whole life and wanted to break free of my slipstream to forge his own path to happiness. I need to be braver than a forkful of haggis with no mustard. He is in control now. I can be his colourful canopy watching him float throughout his life. Sometimes I will help catch his fall, sometimes I will have to watch him eat haggis on his own.
Fifteen Minute Fridays are stories based on writing prompts that I penned in the 15 minutes afforded to me at my weekly writer’s group. They are unedited (except spelling) and are based on one word/phrase. The fifteen minutes includes thinking about your idea, writing it down, and a quick edit if you have time. When we are done our 15-minute writing exercise, we share our stories with everyone in the room. If you played along, please share. If you read my words, please be kind.