Muscle Memory: Kid Stuff I Can’t Do Anymore
I wrote a couple of weeks ago about being confident with your mom bod and taking your kids to the pool. I stand by my previous assertions, but swimming with my kids has also reminded me that my body has forgotten to move in certain ways. Total muscle dementia. I may not be a female bodybuilder, but I am relatively strong. I can still tote around my giant-sized littles (both of whom are 99%+ for height and weight). Just some context, so you don’t think I am a total wimp. I distinctly remember climbing in and out of the pool a million times as a kid. I was good at it. It didn’t faze me. There wasn’t struggle and strain and muscular tremors. But now? It’s not pretty. Same thing at the park. I used to be boss at monkey bars. I wore calluses with pride. I went backward. I skipped rungs. I played chicken. I was a big deal on the playground, okay? Now, oh boy. Look away. It feels like my hand skin will fall off and like both of my arms will become dislocated simultaneously.