My apologies to a kiwi

Dear Plastic Kiwi,

I owe you an apology. I blamed you for a fall that resulted in a torn tendon. I've cursed your name as I've been limping around my house for two weeks now, but I have a confession to make, I've been unfair. It turns out that our little mishap on the stairs was not the first time I have rolled my ankle and torn/stretched a tendon severely. In fact, its the third time it happened, and the first two times you were not even molded into a green and brown fruit yet. I realize I can't blame you, I can only blame myself. I am clumsy, and obviously have a weak spot in that ankle (since it was the same ankle hurt in each incident).

This clumsiness made itself more apparent this Monday (exactly two weeks after the accident on the stairs). I fell at the elementary school......twice. I did not however roll my ankle, but slipped on very wet snow that had been accumulating for several hours. The first time my kids laughed, along with about 30 3rd grades who happened to be walking into the school at that moment. I was holding my 2 year old when I went down, re-twisted my injured foot and soaked my pants and coat with the wet snow. No one offered a helping hand, so I fought my enormous belly and finally stood up. I went in the school dripping with snow and kissed my boys farewell. As I walked back out to my van it happened again. One foot on the snowy grass and I went down again. I was holding my 2 year old this time as well, but was relieved when there was only one other witness, another parent dropping his son off at preschool. He immediately rushed over and helped me up, and didn't even laugh. I thanked him and joked about my bruised ego, finally made it to the van and drove home, realizing that it was not you, Mr. Plastic Kiwi, but me who made me fall. I am sorry to have blamed you and I hope you can forgive me of my discretions.

Thanks for your understanding,

Rochelle