The outdoors brings out the best and the worst in my
children. Their adorable sand sprinkled
bodies smile confidently as they run the exact opposite way of me down the
sidewalk. I watch them as they toe the
boundary between driveways scootering with all their might. They plead, whine, and beg for just one more
game of basketball with a friend next door because maybe, just maybe they might
win. It appears that every toy has made
its way out of the garage and shed, but before the dinner call, every one of
them is put back, at least out of sight.
Sweaty, smudged kids sit not so patiently for dinner, yet I smile inside
knowing that they exerted energy, practiced creativity, engaged in friendships,
and just plain didn’t care about dirt for the afternoon. They are all clean now. The babies are in bed, and the middle kids
are heading there soon. I am not an
outdoors person by any stretch of the imagination. However, sitting outside with my kids as I
enjoy blue skies, playful giggles, shouts of “Mommy, watch me,” and of course
my cup of coffee, parenting is that much easier.
Monday, March 19, 2012
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You also hope it makes them sleep well.
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