Patty’s Ponderings – Bowling With Simon
It is a good thing that I have very little pride where athletics are concerned. Otherwise the events of this past Friday would have been unsettling at best and embarrassing at worst.
My friend Elizabeth invited me and my friend Georgie to join her and her son Simon for an evening of bowling and commiserating at Eastway Bowl on east 10th Street. Whenever an opportunity presents itself to spend time with this adorable, smart and funny 3-and-a- half-year-old and his equally impressive mom, (president and CEO of the Great Plains Zoo), I’m in!
Believe me when I say the bowling was merely a backdrop for the main entertainment of watching and engaging with, Simon. His every reaction and comment was something to savor. From his wondering at the absurdity of wearing someone else’s shoes to the magic of the ball return, to letting the hand dryer cool us off and whip our hair around; the enchantment was precious and long-lasting.
The space between my first gutter ball and last frustrating throw was filled with treasured statements of wisdom and condolence from this little boy, who I held in my arms moments after he was born. “It’s okay Patty, you’ll do better next time; I like your ponytail!” “You didn’t knock them down, but we have mini-corn dogs and pizza!” “I have Spiderman sunglasses!” “My shoes have Velcro, but won’t fit you, you hafta’ wear grown ups.”
Okay Simon, I’ll wear adult-sized shoes, but I refuse to grow up. I never want to be too old to hang around with you!