Over the Hill on the Yellow Brick Road, I passed through the Land of the Distraught Moms. Before I left, everyone told me if I was looking for my spark and where I belong in the world, I absolutely had to speak to the trampoline. I found her near the exit sign and started a conversation…
Excuse me Trampoline, what brings you to the Land of the Distraught Moms?
TRAMPOLINE: Actually, I’m a regular here. A fixture. I’m kind of an institution.
TRAMPOLINE: I represent all moms…eternally.
Are you a mom, too?
TRAMPOLINE: Well, as a trampoline, I couldn’t have children of my own. But I’ve adopted many.
That’s so lovely.
TRAMPOLINE: Thank you. But all my kids have grown now and they’ve left the Yellow Brick Road.
My kids have grown up, too. It’s pretty new for me.
TRAMPOLINE: They do come back, you know.
But it’s different.
TRAMPOLINE: Yes, it is. My children often come back when they’re disappointed or feeling lost or confused. They jump down on me with such force I’m sure I’m going to break. I feel their pain. And then it’s my job to spring them back up into the air again. Higher and higher! I lift their spirits and remind them how high they can go if they choose to.
And then they leave again…
TRAMPOLINE: Exactly. But we’re always here to give them a boost. ___________________________________________________________________________________________
I nodded, and with that, I went on my way. As I left the Land of Distraught Moms, I saw I had a lot more in common with a trampoline than I’d realized.