My mother is brimming with stories from her recent Hawaiian vacation/trans-Pacific cruise with my dad. On the day they got home, she started with, "I went snorkeling in Hawaii..." (This is a big deal for my hydrophobic mother) and continued with a short string of things she did while away. In the list, she included, "did a 'Polar Bear Plunge' at Glacier Bay," and finished with, "won a photo competition." She ran to grab the photo so I could see it and we talked about it at length. It was a really lucky shot of a man handfeeding a seagull in flight.
Last night, I passed by my mom's certificate from doing her "Polar Bear Plunge at Glacier Bay." Looking at it, I shook my head, reflecting on the craziness of the venture and how different my mother is becoming in her golden years.
"I still can't believe you did a Polar Bear Plunge in Glacier Bay," I remarked. Just the thoutght of jumping into ice-cold, deep, ocean with literal ice burgs floating around in it gives me chills -- not to mention stripping down to my underwear in sub-freezing temperatures! I doubt I could bring myself to do it. That my grey-haired mother would make the icy jump astounds me.
"Well, I didn't," she said.
I looked at the certificate. It clearly read, "Polar Bear Plunge at Glacier Bay."
"Oh, you didn't?"
"No," she smiled. "I jumped into the heated pool on the Lido deck -- but it was really cold to be outside in my swimming suit, especially getting out of the pool!"
I laughed. Now THAT sounds more like my mother.
Last night, I passed by my mom's certificate from doing her "Polar Bear Plunge at Glacier Bay." Looking at it, I shook my head, reflecting on the craziness of the venture and how different my mother is becoming in her golden years.
"I still can't believe you did a Polar Bear Plunge in Glacier Bay," I remarked. Just the thoutght of jumping into ice-cold, deep, ocean with literal ice burgs floating around in it gives me chills -- not to mention stripping down to my underwear in sub-freezing temperatures! I doubt I could bring myself to do it. That my grey-haired mother would make the icy jump astounds me.
"Well, I didn't," she said.
I looked at the certificate. It clearly read, "Polar Bear Plunge at Glacier Bay.""Oh, you didn't?"
"No," she smiled. "I jumped into the heated pool on the Lido deck -- but it was really cold to be outside in my swimming suit, especially getting out of the pool!"
I laughed. Now THAT sounds more like my mother.
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