My mom still lives in the house our family moved to, in Eau Claire, Wisconsin, when I was five. I feel very blessed that unlike most of the people I know, I actually can ‘go home, again’. Of course, the house has changed a lot from the way it was when I was a kid. Remodeling projects, decades of changing furniture styles, and the wear and tear of what sometimes feels like ages have rendered it different than I sometimes remember it. The love that has filled our home over the years is palpable there; alive and well, and ready for more, after more than fifty years of Flesbergs residing inside.
I always loved our tree-lined front yard and these days, when I get back to visit, it is the perfect place for hooping. I was fresh off the plane from California, hoops in hand, when I got to Mom’s house. My brothers, Dave and Mark arrived a few minutes later. Dave thought he was up for a little hoop action, so we took it outside and the antics began. Mark grabbed the iPad and caught some of it for posterity. Mom cheered us on and hammed it up, just a little, for the camera. Mark impressed us by keeping the hoop spinning around his waist for a few minutes, too, on his first attempt, but alas, I missed the opportunity to turn the camera on him. Our youngest brother, Terry, missed out on the hoop fun but joined us a little later, for dinner.
Here’s a little evidence that hooping not only helps to create community, it brings families together in a way that’s guaranteed to make everyone there grin like a five year old. Try it, and see!