Today, for the first time ever, I am pulling all the skeletons out of the closet and disclosing the greatest secret ever told about the Mabry family. It’s a secret John and I have guarded so closely that our three kids don’t even know about it. Our kids are actually the ones that inspired us to create our undercover activity. Before I reveal the shocking details that you don’t want to miss, let me give you a little background explaining how it all came to be.
One seemingly mundane day, I sat on our green micro suede couch with one of our three-legged dogs hovering over my shoulder. I was busy getting caught up on the most current events on my Facebook news feed (a.k.a. my social world in this stage of life). I glanced up from my phone with that glazed-over zombie stare to the realization that a bomb had gone off in my house and I had no recollection of how and when it happened. As my mind started to refocus on the real world from the Facebook fog and Instagram illusions, I noticed my boys busily playing next to me. They were flailing around and giggling with that most innocent of child laughter. Baby Sawyer was on the ground playing with a drawer full of toys while making her all too frequent high-pitched squeaky whine, similar to a teapot squealing when the water hits the boiling point. The boys repeatedly asked if they could use my phone to serve as a stop watch to time themselves on the ninja obstacle course they had been building while I was lost in online land. Didn’t they understand that my phone was my escape from reality? Did they really think I was going to give it up so that I could actually be present with them in my own home? After so much nagging, I gave in as they confiscated my phone.
Without my phone, I was forced to actually look at my sons (and daughter) and observe what they were doing. What I saw was pure, FREE, child-inspired creativity and joy. Not the kind of excitement that comes from getting a new LIKE on a post or a re-pin on Pinterest, but unadulterated innocence. What I originally perceived as a bomb going off in my house was actually an elaborate American Ninja Warrior obstacle course using couch cushions and other props that circulated through the whole house. I sat back on the one cushion left on the couch and watched as the boys’ deliciously sticky fingers smeared dried syrup all over my walls and furniture as they conquered their DIY spider wall obstacle.
My siblings: Mark, Katie & Melissa
I can remember how fun it was to let my imagination take me places out of my reality with my siblings. Now, as I sat on my couch moping about not being able to stare at my phone and at how the kids had destroyed my house, it occurred to me that it is happening…I was becoming one of those people…I think they are called grown ups! “Oh, no!” I thought. I’ve lost my imagination and joy. I’ve somehow turned into a grown up!”
This scary observation really made me think! Do I really want to miss out on the fun going on all around me as I sit behind my iPhone worrying about what my home looks like and what everyone thinks of me? The answer is a resounding NO!
That’s when it occurred to me that sometimes kids are my role models. Kids are pure hearted people who have not been effected by the negativity of the world. Kids accept who God created them to be and are not worried what others may think of them. Adults should look up to children and allow their inner child to come out more often! I decided that day that I was going to make it a goal to break down walls I had built around my inner child. It’s been awhile since my own childhood and I was a little rusty on knowing where to begin. I decided the easiest way to start would be to copy what my children modeled for me.
So without further ado, here’s our dirty little secret…
John and I are actually ninjas!
Here’s how it usually all goes down in our house…
As soon as the boys are off at school and Sawyer is down for her nap, John and I take our skeletons, I mean ninja clothes, out of the closet and throw our grown-up mindset out the window. We quickly change into our gear, get stretched out, and pump ourselves up for a fierce battle of speed, endurance, and mental focus. Before challenging each other in a timed race through the finish line of our very own obstacle course, we pump up the jam of Ninja tunes. Making a drum roll sound with our tongues, we proceed to introduce one another as though we were contestants on the popular show, America Ninja Warriors: Mom & Dad Edition. Our inner child behaviors are in full force and not to be reckoned with during this time.
The anticipation skyrockets as I approach the starting point. I take a few minutes to center myself before I begin the overwhelmingly difficult course. It’s supposedly the hardest course in Ninja history, you know. Ready…set…go!
The first stage started with the dreaded Quintuple Pillow Poppers, where we had to leap from pillow to pillow over the couch, followed by the Jumping Sticky Syrup Spider Wall. The syrup on the wall is, of course, from our kids eating pancakes with their hands in the living room. Next our agility and grace was tested as we had to contort our bodies to make it around the Teetering Log Towers.
The second stage of the course consisted of the Mighty Mt. Midoriyama Unstable Balance Bridge of couch cushions and the Rapid Descent Somersault over the caked-with-gooey-globs-of-grossness coffee table.
The third and final stage was the most grueling stage of all. We had to dig down deep to crawl under the Highchair of Hell, swing through the Kitchen Counter Cliff Hanger, and finish by shimmying up the second and final Spider Climb before breaking through to the finish line.
And the champion is…..Me, Sarah! I finished the course in a record time of 58 seconds. Wow! Doing this was so freeing by allowing my unguarded inner child to come out and play. Some might think this activity,and my other blogs and videos, are extremely immature. However, I have to disagree and here’s why.
Just two short days ago I was in tears over the fact that I didn’t know if what I’m trying to do here at MabryLiving.com – putting my true self out there in an effort to inspire and entertain others through my unorthodox approach to life – is what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. I was seriously struggling with the fact that putting silly stuff like this goes against everything the world demands of us grown ups. It isn’t normal. It isn’t what someone in the 30’s with a college degree should be doing with their time, right? Well, I finally came to terms with this simple fact…I can’t care if you think I’m immature or wasting my time. I’m following my heart right now. It’s the greatest gift I can myself and I’m learning it from my kids.
Look, I know from personal experience that life can be really rough and it can be easy to plow through it being overly cautious and too uptight. I understand that there are seasons where we all have to be, and should be, grown ups and tackle events with the utmost seriousness and respect they deserve. Yet, there are also a lot of times where it is okay to let your guard down and see how magical life truly is when viewed with a child-like perspective. The way I see it is that I have one earthly life to live, so I plan on living it to the fullest, allowing myself to feel my true, unguarded feelings without reservations as to what other people think or say about me.
I’d like to leave you with one final thought…go, right now, and pull that stick out of your bottom and do something to release your inner child, even if it’s just for a minute. Sing a U2 song completely out of tune at the top of your lungs, dance a gig like a leprechaun who just found a pot of gold, or go ahead and take my idea and build a ninja obstacle course. Your inner child needs to come out and will thank you for it.
Irish playwright George Bernard Shaw said it perfectly,
“People do not cease to play because they grow old: They grow old because they cease to play.”
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