I was talking to my Uncle Ray on the phone today.
This is the Uncle Ray who used to charlie horse my knee with his vice grip fingers, laugh maniacally, and say, also rather maniacally, “Horse eats hay! Horse eats hay!” This same Uncle Ray convinced my to smell his feet when I was five and a whole room full of people burst out laughing. He would say to me, “You want to drive?” when I was 10, let me sit in his lap while we were driving the insanely windy roads of Newton County Arkansas. He would let go of the steering wheel and stomp on the gas. And yes, he was laughing maniacally as we careened off the road.
Does everybody have an uncle like this? Maybe not. He’s pretty exceptional.
We used to play chess with Uncle Ray when we were ‘back to the landers.’ We all, all of us cousins and neighbors got beat. A lot. It was a HUGE deal the day that I actually beat Uncle Ray at chess. What an great feeling. I had arrived. My brother and I worked long and hard getting our chess game up to par, because Uncle Ray wasn’t just going to give it away. We had to earn it.
Ray is still an exceptional guy. He’s not ordinary by any means. He is less maniacal these days, but he still has some pretty amazing stories to tell me when he makes time to call me. And I love it.
But today he was asking me why on earth are you going to Nursing School full time, keeping your small business going, and being mom to all those boys. And my response was, “I guess I really like pushing boulders up the mountain.”
From the other side of the room I heard Craig (my husband) say, “It’s a hell of a lot better than hanging on to them while they’re rolling down the mountain!”
Which makes for an amazing visual that I keep seeing in my mind’s eye, accompanied by the sound, ‘fwump, fwump, fwump.’
If you see me giggling uncontrollably to myself, it’s probably this image that I can’t get out of my head.
And while I know Uncle Ray has done his share of pushing boulders up the mountain, I’m sure he can share a giggle with me about that out of control boulder careening down the mountain. Fwump, fwump, fwump!
To my readers, “May all of your boulders remain solidly in your grasp and in front of your body!”
Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, owner of I.M. Spa, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist of 20 plus years, a gardener, and a nursing student. She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health.