Tonight was an epochal evening for me. Tonight was the night that I actually ironed on young daughter's stars. You see, young daughter plays rec basketball in a Christian feel-good league where we play fair, be sweet, and have a "positive circle of encouragement" or something like that. Every week, every player gets a star for coming to practice and a star (one of five colors) that indicates her strongest skill that week. Ideally, every parent takes these stars home and irons them on the team t-shirt. At the end of the season, the players ideally have practice stars for every practice and stars for each game. However, I am usually better at losing the stars than ironing them on. This is the sixth year we have played in this league. Six years. And I am finally getting good at keeping up with the stars.
This reminds me of other mom stuff that we bullet-proof moms are supposed to do, but yet I kind of find myself not liking those moms that do all the mom stuff for a brief millisecond. Moms that make homemade Rice Krispy treats for after-practice snacks. Or hand-smock dresses and jumpers for young children. Or those moms that get towels monongrammed with the children's names so that they will know which is theirs in the bathroom. Yes, I know people that do these things. But I will tell you that one of these moms, despite her executive-husband, perfect, hand-smocked life, ended up burning out and leaving her whole family. Yikes!
My version of mom stuff involves box brownies made at 10 pm because I forgot about the bake sale the next day, but it also involves cheering the kids on at every game they play. More late-night "oh yeahs" that involve laundry needed for the next day, and proudly spending the afternoon making a Romeo costume that helps get an A in a Shakespeare monologue. Not remembering much between 1995 and 1997 due to sleep deprivation, but staying up gladly when a teenager actually wants to talk about things that matter (or not). Yeah, my mom stuff, I think, is about the things that matter for life. (But I'm still pretty proud about the stars.)
Friday, January 7, 2011
Although I am fairly convinced that resolutions need a complete new makeover, I have made a few, the usual. Eat better, exercise more, love more, forgive more, stop texting and driving (not that I do.) If you ask me, people sometimes use resolutions to set themselves up for failure, but that is a completely different blog. I am proposing Un-Resolutions.
The older I get, the more I realize that there are certain things that I just am not doing anymore. Like for instance, as much as my kids may want me to, I am not getting in a cold pool or a cold ocean unless I want to. I have already served my time with young kids in a pool whose temperature rivals that of most Icees. Not doing it. So in the spirit of Un-Resolutions, I propose the following:I refuse to eat at restaurants whose food I know is overpriced and poorly prepared…not naming any names, Castle of Italian Food….
When people are overtly stupid and their driving affects the progress of ten or more cars, I am going to break the laws of Southern hospitality and I am going to honk at them.
I am going to walk the gauntlet of supermarket check out aisles without feeling like I need to buy a candy bar.
When in a conversation that has awkwardly, painfully and obviously run its course and needs to end, I am going to choose to end it, rather than perpetuate the pain. The alternative would be to continue the obligatory small talk/listening cues.
I completely reject the idea that I need to use a dating website to find my “perfect” man. Given my history of sometimes poor choices, I am going to let friends and family help me out.
I am going to stop pretending I am open to trying ethnic foods. I’m not. Don’t ask.
Although confrontation is not really in my skill set, I am going to start telling people more of what it is. In a nice way, of course. If possible.
Since I do not have a child whose given name is Facebook, I am going to spend more time in actual conversation that does not involve IM.
Pursuing a master’s degree has been in the back of my mind for some time and I know what I would like to study. Through prayer, I have decided to go ahead and start. So I guess the un-resolution would be to stop sitting on my butt and get going on what I think God has next for me.
So what are your un-resolutions? Please comment.
Love you, Terri