The Bug and I have been making a big effort to walk to and from school. It is a great money saver, it gives her and I some time together to just chat and studies have shown that children that are active before school do very well at remembering what they have learnt that day.
On Thursday last week I headed out the door pushing Baby Boo in her pram. There was a thin band of dark cloud in the sky but the rest was blue, as blue could be. On the way to school a few large rain drops feel on my head but nothing major. Then it rained a little, just a little mind, nothing really serious. Once at school it started a slow, steady rain. I put the rain cover on the pram, put my hat on my head and got the Bug to put her hat on too. The sky got darker and the rain slowly got heavier. Half way home The Spy turned up in the car, The Bug jumped in with relief. I opted to keep walking, Baby Boo had just fallen asleep and was snug and dry in the pram and the rain was still fairly light. The Spy drove off into the distance and I walked on. The sky got darker and the rain started to pour down on me. I was getting VERY wet, drenched in fact. My shirt was soaked, my jeans stuck to me, water dripped off the peak of my cap and my shoes slowly filled with water till my socks squelched.
It was uncomfortable.
I found myself trudging through very unpleasant weather conditions.
And I was giggling, then I was laughing and grinning like a fool.
Walking home in the pouring rain, drenched to my skin was hilarious!
I couldn't stop grinning, even when the Police wagon drove passed twice!
In my head it all became a metaphor for life.
When the heavens open up and rain (or pour) on you parade.
When things get uncomfortable and unpleasant and difficult.
You can choose to get upset and angry and hide under cover or you can have a laugh at an absurd situation, plant a smile on your face and keep on walking!
