My friends rented an Airbnb nearby in the coast. We never see them since they moved south-bay and we moved north-bay. With traffic, they feel like the other side of the planet.
We weren’t going to miss the opportunity to see them, especially the kids. The son is my god-son. They’ve grown! 9 &11. I brought surf casting rods, and immediately started them on casting lessons. I earned their dad, and broken window, ; on him.
(We had wide open spaces).
The parents plopped down on fuzzy couches and let it all go. I took the reins for hours. Running between kids, fixing knots, tangles, reffing siblings spats. Taking hooks out of my shirt was fun. I had those kids laughing hard. We picked up where we left years ago. They stuck to me like glue. In a few hours, both kids were sending it out into the ocean. Summertime, low tide is a sucky time to catch a fish, they didn’t care.
When it came time to get food, the parents jumped in their car and abandoned us under the guise of “to-go” food. Sure. I joked with the kids,” if we want to see your parents rush back, text them and ask where the fire extinguisher is”.
Wife and I got home, and it was shower and off to bed. We don’t have kids. I know the energy demands of parenthood must be progressive. For us we saw 0-60 in zero seconds flat. It was surprisingly exhausting. Kudos to you parents. I’m in awe.
I left a surf rod and gave them homework. Haha. Maybe dad will buy the kids a boat.