Smelly Socks: What a girl's got to do
Texans know about heat, and as usual, this summer was nearly unbearable. This was the perfect excuse to head to Blue Hole in Wimberley.
My Dad spent a lot of his youth at Blue Hole, and my parents took me often as a child.
However, this was to be my children's first visit, and sadly, it was only to be a day trip.
Swimsuits, chairs, towels, clothes and drinks all packed up, and we headed out for our adventure.
We arrived at Blue Hole right after lunch, in the heat of the day. My boys asked tons of questions one being, "Why it is called Blue Hole?" We explained that the water is so cold, that some say you turn blue.
They were intrigued and Austin got that mischievous look in his eyes. He does not have a poker face, as you can read his thoughts perfectly. He immediately started plotting a plan that involved pushing his younger brother into the water first, so Jamison could let him know just how cold the water was. Ah, brotherly love at its finest.
The large park is beautiful. But the main attraction is the spring fed swimming hole. It was crowded with lots of families all seeking relief from the heat, and wanting to see if the name Blue Hole was accurate.
I was walking around doing the "Mom thing" of taking tons of pictures, and making sure that no one was having a problem.
Austin and Jamison started off slow at first, and dipped their little toes into the water.
They agreed that, "Yes," the water was cold. Then they waded up to their knees. Again, total agreement, the water was freezing. Jamison was doing constant skin checks making sure he wasn't turning blue.
As soon as Austin saw the chain swings from the trees, he was hooked. Blue Hole has two chain swings, a low swing and a high swing. Austin spent his entire time swinging wildly from the high chain swing, with legs and arms going in all directions, and then falling haphazardly into the freezing water below. Once he was in the water, he was immediately back up, out of the water, and swinging once again. The boy never stopped. He even had a group of boys doing "the train" on the swing. I am really not sure what that was, but they seemed to enjoy it.
"Come on Austin, let's do the train again." Is what I heard boys chanting from the swing line.
As usual, he was right in the middle of things.
Jamison is much more cautious, and once he figured out that he was not going to actually turn blue, he relaxed and spent most of his time in the shallow part.
With Austin's encouragement, he did do the low chain swing a couple of times, then decided that he had enough.
True to form, he set off to entertain himself. I found him in the shallow water looking at all of the rocks, in his 8-year-old glory, he was oblivious to everyone around him, lost in his boy world. He was picking up neat rocks and examining them each carefully. Right then a large white catfish, we later learned the locals named Ally, made her appearance and came toward him. With fear in Jamison's eyes he turned to dash to the banks and ran smack into a young girl dressed all in pink. I had noticed this little darling since we arrived at Blue Hole, and she had been trying to get Jamison's attention for the last 15 minutes.
She smiled sweetly at Jamison and said, "That's Ally. She won't hurt you. She just wants you to pay her some attention."
Together, Jamison and the girl walked back to where the large white catfish was and became instant buddies. The catfish got the attention she was seeking, and so did that little girl.
One day, when Jamison is much older and girls suddenly become much more important to him, I plan to remind him about the little girl who saved him from "the gigantic boy-eating catfish."
I also plan to remind him about how the girl and the catfish both got the attention that they wanted from him, without him knowing it.
Everyone wants and needs some attention. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do these days.
The little darling dressed in pink, and Ally, the large white catfish, were successful that day at Blue Hole.
Right now, I cherish that I am the most important girl in my boys' lives, but I realize that time is ticking. I plan to enjoy any and all of the attention that my boys give me. I know there are other girls who will demand and succeed in getting their attention in the next few years.
I cringe and tears well up in my eyes when I hear the old, familiar saying, "Have a daughter, have her for life. Have a son until he takes a wife."
Johanna Bloom is a proud seventh generation Texan. She lives on her family's South Texas ranch with her husband and two lively boys. Email Johanna Bloom or Anita Spisak at firstname.lastname@example.org.