Family with an uneven number
SUNDAY, September 12 – The rules are clear. No more than two people at a time on the slide; but, here we are, in our local pool, the three of us. We look at each other for a fleeting second. Eamonn goes first, Sander follows, and seconds later I shout, ‘Clear the way!’
Municipal rules will have to be bent this Sunday morning. There are three of us and that’s that. We hurtle triumphantly down the chute, ending up in a disheveled tangle of limbs in the shallow pool as the water sloshes over the sides. I realize how much we have grown.
Mentally, but also physically.
Sander is turning into a gawky beanpole, Eamonn is in the middle of a growth spurt, and I am literally in between. The speed at which we whoosh down the slide together reflects the energy that we’ve rediscovered, and that we radiate. It is proof of the self-confidence with which we face life. Together, the three of us can take on the whole world. So, out of the way!
But it’s still an uneven number. So what do we do with two whirlpool baths? Eamonn and me in one, and Sander in the other. Once in a while Eamonn jumps over to visit his brother, and, together, we lounge around in the hot, bubbling herbal water.
‘It’s great here, isn’t it,’ I say to Eamonn, as he swims over to me.
‘Do you think C and the girls would like it?’
‘And Mom. Would she have liked it, too?
‘Yes, I’m sure she would have.’
From the other jacuzzi, Sander asks if we can go down the slide again.