I have been slacking on the blog here lately. School starting, football and cheer leading practices and games, and life in general has been keeping us very, very busy. So here's my lil re-cap. God has guided us to another fantastic school! My kids are so happy since school started. They have met wonderful kids and they love their teachers. I am one of Tate's room moms and I help with Turner's class as well. I always feel awkward jumping into these kind of positions, I fear I won't get everything done "the right way". I'm discovering my perfectionism can be quite a handicap. Thankfully there is a fantastic group of experienced room moms helping me get all the crazy parties and crafts together, and I appreciate them more than they know.
During football season I got to be Tate's cheer coach. Talk about an experience that is out of my wheel house. I have never cheered a single cheer in my life. I have never been so nervous to get up in front of eight little girls in my life, not to mention all the parents at all our practices. I learned so much from these girls and ended up having an awesome time. They really didn't care that I was a less than spectacular coach or that I didn't know the cheers, they were just happy to have someone to spend time with them and pay them undivided attention. At our practices the head coach would call the girls to attention by yelling "Hands on hips, smiles on lips!". At first I thought this was just cute, but I started seeing it as a really smart mantra for life as our season went on. At one of the games our Freshman Bucs were loosing, and one of my sweet girls informed me that we still needed our smiles on lips and hands on our hips. Snap, life lessons from a six year old. We cheered our hearts out both in the games we won and the games we lost. I say we because I cheered every cheer and my heart stood on the line with my boy on every play. Lord help me, the most exciting football season of my life. I can not imagine feeling more fortunate to have a healthy son and daughter playing on the same field.
In the middle of our first season of Texas football our house grew by three feet. We adopted a puppy from a local shelter. Tinker is missing part of her hind leg. She of course has no clue, she is fast and ferocious I'd be scared to see how much faster she'd be with all four feet. This is another thing I've enjoyed learning through- be happy, even if something is missing.
Part of my heart is still in Macon. I miss fall, the kids raking leaves, and building the tree fort. I miss 227 time on my neighbors front stoop. Summer here was easier to get through, the beach is a wonderful thing. The pull of salt water and sunshine was big enough to distract me from the missing part of my heart. But I'm learning to still be happy, to quit thinking of my heart as missing a part, rather it's just spread out across the miles. So on I go with hands on hips and smiles on lips.
We have started a new Christmas tradition - RACK'd. Random Acts of Christmas Kindness. I found it on a stay at home mom blog I follow. This, more than the Elf on the Shelf, really embodies what I want my kids to learn of the Christmas spirit. I hope it catches on. You try to do a small kindness each day for others. Our list simple, some are gifts, some are acts of service. All are done with the best intentions of sharing kindness with others to help spread the Christmas spirit. My kids are in love with this idea. Each morning they wake up ready to give something to others, which makes me one proud mama. I am getting far more out of our RACK'd project than the kid or recipients, I am feeling overwhelmed with joy from watching my kids, it is definitely more than enough to keep a smile on my lips all December long!
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