The last soccer game of the season was a doozy. My daughter’s (adorably) scrappy team of 6-year-olds were out-numbered, out-sized, and out-played. They held on until the bitter end to earn those post-game high-fives and snacks from the team cooler (the possible true motivation for any field effort). As Capri Suns popped behind me, I … Continue reading Excuse me, your mothering is showing
I wish you could have seen my daughter "playing" putt-putt when she was six or so, but you would have needed a helmet and safety goggles. I definitely could have used your help retrieving balls from the parking lot, though. She was like a 3.5-foot tornado. She held her club like an ax and hacked and swung until … Continue reading Mini-golf memories when I just don’t want to hear it
"He didn't want to try it because he might mess up." My son's speech therapist started the lowdown on his moody cooperation yesterday, but I already knew exactly what she meant. It runs in the family. It's how his sister wouldn't attempt to cartwheel, or tie her shoes, or ride a bike, because she couldn't automatically … Continue reading Flailing
Do you ever get so overwhelmed with the suffering and problems of the world you don't even want to think about them? Yeah, me neither. Just kidding. ME ALL THE TIME. Oh guys, my heart aches for so much in this broken, messy world. There is so much to say about hunger, poverty, discrimination, injustice, etc., … Continue reading When the world needs so much saving you can’t move
I wore mismatched socks to church last week. The rest of the fam was already in the car, and you know if the four-year-old is already buckled in his carseat then YOU are the holdup. So I grabbed my boots and two socks from our perpetually-snowballing clean sock basket and ran to the car. Turned out one … Continue reading Martina was right, do it anyway
If we treated each other like our mamas were watching, society would be on much better behavior, I'm sure.
As a truth-at-all-cost convert, I'm determined to teach my kids that nothing they have done is worse than lying to me about it.