As you know, I went skydiving over Mothers Day weekend. Not a typical weekend unless you happen to be a
ExtremeMom. I wrote last week about
why I was doing it and how ready I was. To me the jump was very symbolical and meaningful after the events of the past year. This time last year Scott was looking for a place to live and I was preparing myself for the single mom life. I really can not believe that it has been a year already and at times I feel like it was so long ago. I know that our story is unique is not very common. Several of my ExtremeMom have been through similar situations with different results. If feel very blessed that I still have my marriage, but do know that there are many times when staying together is not the best choice. I approached my jump with celebration of such a miracle! I will admit that on Saturday morning I had some nerves. Thankfully by the time finished the garage sale, picked up Elliott from a birthday party and arrived at Skydive Milwaukee, I was surrounded by all the fabulous moms, my nerves were relieved.


I was on the 4th team of jumpers which meant a little bit of a wait. I kinda wanted to be first and get it over with! Since it worked out to go a little later with the fantastic
Sophia, I was happy to wait. Sadly the wait turned very long with the cloud coverage. So we pulled out the snacks and food and started with the potluck. Of course I didn't eat a thing. Instead Raichlen did, who had been battling a little bug. Before the little guy finished his food he tossed everything up all over the table. Nice. So, mommy brain no longer had to think about jumping from an airplane, because I was in sick baby mode. Between the vomit and explosive poop I was a little stressed out. I finally was able to relax and enjoy myself thanks to Scott taking over the sick babe. As soon as I was fully relaxed enjoying myself, the newly 8 ear old decided to push my buttons and start a massive sassy attitude. By the end of our chat, I realized she was nervous for me and needed some reassurance. As soon as that chat was over my name was being called and off I went to meet my tandem guy and suit up!

I meet Kermit, my skydive buddy, get dressed up and was off to the plane after a few hugs and kisses from the kids and Scott. The plane ride was not at all what I was expecting! I of course expected a take off and a gradual climb into the sky. What I didn't calculate, was that we would be climbing 13,500ft right above the landing area...that meant a very steep take off and a lot of circling as we approached out height. As we flew, Kermit secured all the clips, I put on my gloves and goggles. As we slid towards the door of the plane I was super excited and a little freaked out! I was worried that once I got there I would panic and not want to jump. The exact opposite happened! Sitting on the edge of the plane with my arms across my chest, I couldn't wait for the big jump. Of course I didn't have to wait long, within seconds I was flying through the air, eyes wide open, taking it all in! I laughed, I screamed, I was overwhelmed by the beauty and sheer amazement of flying! I remember thinking a lot while plummeting. Then I started to go through all my reasons for jumping, and I was overwhelmed again by the blessing I have in my life. I had one thought that ran through my head over and over, I LOVE YOU SCOTT FISK. It felt so good, so right and just perfect.


Mind you that was all during the free fall. Roughly 50 seconds at 125 mph. Once the parachute open and we started floating, the beauty changed and became a little stiller. For a few seconds I was able to hold the controls- that was terrifying! We did a few spirels till I thought I was going to vomit, then made our final approach for landing. I was sad to land. I could have stayed up there for a long time! All I can say is what a awesome experience. I highly recommend it. Even if you are completely terrified of heights, embrace it and just do it! I cannot thank my friends who supported me financially. I could not have done it without you. Everything about the experience was perfect and I am thrilled to say that I will be jumping on June 10th for a very awesome Extreme Mom project! I know I will be posting a lot more about that soon. :)


On the way home, Owen asked if I would give him my autograph. I think he was pretty impressed with his mama! Raichlen now believes that airplanes are for jumping. Whenever a plane passes overhead he says, "Mama, Jump Airplane?" I feel pretty proud of myself too and when ever I want to give up, like every run I do lately, I say to myself, "Um, didn't you just jump out of a airplane? Get your butt in gear and you can run!"