A few Sundays ago, we enjoyed some time on Lake Waveland with our group from church. After a wonderful meal, we took turns out on the boat. Doug hooked the "raft" up to the back and off we went. Camden was so excited.
While it made things a little lopsided, Kevin took one side and Camden the other. Doug was masterful in steering to give them a great ride and keep them afloat. It probably didn't help that I was on the boat cringing at every turn, closing my eyes half the time, and fretting. Boy it's hard being a paranoid mother. I knew she was fine. She had her dad, a life vest, and slim chance of wiping out, but my heart was racing and mind was churning scenarios none-the-less.
Doug taught her three hand signals. Thumbs up to go faster, thumbs down to slow down, and a swipe across the neck to stop. Everytime I looked back, Camden had her thumb up. The little daredevil!
They both giggled and squealed the entire time. Kevin also got her to yell, "Mom's a big chicken" because I was cringing a little too often.
We took a break and let another group go. Afterward, we loaded up again and Camden went on her own. I probably shouldn't have gotten on the boat. Actually I did still have moments of concern, but I knew she was loving it and was so happy for my brave, adventure-seeking girl.
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