I am thrilled to be an official member of the Risky Kids Blog. I do have a confession to make, though: I don’t live in a risky family. My kids are content to spend the day sitting in front of the computer. Not me. I wanna be going Mach Five with my hair on fire. I love speed. I love to feel the wind on my face. I love water and being outside and being upside down. I am not afraid of heights. I am the first to yell, “I’m in.”
Once I get my kids off the couch, they have a great time. They can be risky, I just have to be the ringleader. My kids are strong, coordinated and they are quickly learning their limits. They aren’t afraid to push the envelope but sometimes they have to be nudged or bribed … or threatened to be mocked relentlessly.
Angie’s family is the opposite. The kids are risky and constantly taking mom to the edge. (Note from Angie: This is a true story. I have never, not once in my life yelled, “I’m in!” Unless it’s in reference to eating, of course. The grey hairs I have are a direct result of the numerous risky things my kids love to do. Thankfully I’ve had the good sense to say a little prayer and let the kids be kids. And faithfully pay our insurance premiums.)
The good news is that we have combined forces and now we will be able to help both kinds of families. We’ve decided that a good balance is probably what has allowed us all to survive this far.
I’m≠ hoping to swap kids with the Six family for a weekend. Eli, Elena and I could tear it up while Thomas, The Benj and Angie sip cold drinks and surf the Internet. (Note from Angie: Lisa, this is your BEST idea yet. I’m in!)
Who else is in? We want to know about your family. Are you the risk taker, dragging your kids who would rather sit in the air conditioning along? Or do your kids force you to stretch out of your comfort zone?