What We’d Say Without Fear, in 6 Words

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Forty times.

6 words graphicThat’s how many times John Mayer says “say what you need to say” in the song Say What you Need to Say. (Elise and I counted on our drive home from Mars Hill and Lees-McRae for college visits.)

It’s good to speak your mind.

So good, in fact, that a handful of bloggers, friends, strangers and strange blogger friends I presented this month’s 6 words prompt to declined – because they say what they need to say.

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On the Road Again: This Time, at Three Boys and a Mom

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Dad’s crafty.

GUEST POST GRAPHICI don’t mean in a Pinterest, Katie Brown kind of way. I mean sly, crafty. Not only for hiding ginger snaps in the car so the kids don’t kill the box before I can. I mean sometimes, dad can trick the kids.

That goes against the laws of nature. And what we expect from the Disney Channel.  Today, Rachael from Three Boys and a Mom has me over to talk about it.

[See my guest post by clicking here]

Learn ways a dad can fool his kids into learning stuff. It can work for moms, too. Are you the only grownup in the grocery store with a gaggle of children? Watching the ball game with the kids, but their interest has waned?

You’ll find Nos. 2 and 4 particularly helpful.

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Go Ask Daddy About Petty Theft, Gigantic Bugs and Space Smugglers on Ice

By William Tung from USA (SWCA - Samurai Stormtrooper) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
By William Tung from USA (SWCA – Samurai Stormtrooper) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons
All kids have a bit of thief in them. Right?

GAD GRAPHICOh, just mine? Figures. I didn’t have the best examples in the family as a child, but everyone knows right from wrong. Still, it’s not like I haven’t ordered a water at Taco Bell and “accidentally” let some lemonade fall into the cup while I poured my water.

Okay okay … so maybe I’ve also let a little bit of Pepsi Max spill into the cup. But only as far as where the lid goes.

One kid of mine snagged a soccer ball off a field where a team I coached suffered a brutal loss. Retribution, I guess? Another kid of mine loaded her purse with hot cocoa packets during a stay at a Hampton Inn.

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Guest Post: Megan Bearce, LMFT, on Lessons from the USWNT

megan ledeI spend eons on the road.

guest postSeriously, eons. Like, enough to log 37 hours or so of NPR (and lately Pandora action by James Taylor, Kesha and the like). I’m a road warrior. I’m also dad of three gifted girls. But you knew that. Why am I telling you this?

Today’s guest blogger knows commuters and gifted girls well. Welcome Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist Megan Bearce. I found her while researching a story for work on how to beat a rough commute. She’s a mom and a writer.

She’s also author of the book Super Commuter Couples: Staying Together When a Job Keeps You Apart. 

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So I’ve Been Thinking … (What Else is New?)

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photo credit: Lost Stormtrooper Pic #2 via photopin (license)

I love the thought process behind thinking.

Thought courses through the veins of blogging. Between the blogs and NPR and my kids’ questions and my work, my mind collects a little of everything.

It’s like when your taco is overstuffed and maybe cracks up when you eat it, and there’s all this random goodness left on your plate. My synapses get the equivalent of the P90X workout, 24/7.

The ruminations of the mind can wreak all kinds of havoc on the process, though. To filter the light from the dark is like extracting the hickory smoke out of a slice of bacon. Not that you’d ever want to.

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Go Ask Daddy About Soccer Laws, Conniving Flowers and Grammar Checks

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photo credit: #99/366 Ouch My Arm! via photopin (license)

“The referee’s discretion.” Psh.

GAD GRAPHICThose words liberate officials to make any call deemed appropriate. It means the difference between an unblown whistle and a red card. A few times in my coaching career, I had it up to here with referee’s discretion and could have suggested a place to stash it.

Once, in a tournament in Columbia, (South Carolina, not South America), Grace and other had been tossed around like burrito wrappers in my backseat with the windows down.

I slammed my cap to the grass and stomped out to get my bruised up and tearful daughter. I trudged past the oblivious man with the near-new whistle around his neck and fresh-from-the-factory yellow card in his pocket.

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Guest Post: Gina of Full of It, on Tests of Endurance for Moms

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photo credit: Mirror, Mirror via photopin (license)

Gina’s totally full of it.

guest postHer blog’s full of it, too. Need proof? Her blog’s called Full of It, even. Almost two years ago, Gina burst onto the Coach Daddy scene to ask guest poster Jennifer of Another Jennifer blog if the Wienermobile was hollow.

Gina got into the first 6 words post, then declared, and I quote, “Imma share the shit out of this.”

Gina’s guest post today is about tests of endurance she’s faced as a mom. Gina’s also a wife, former pro modern dancer and blogger. She’s a self-proclaimed butt-wiper, paper-airplane maker, house D.J. and more.

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