Your life will change. How much depends on you. It’ll force early hair loss, or high blood pressure, perhaps. Or, it will reveal character and strength you never knew existed. As with baptism and circumcision, it could go really well, or really, really badly – as an adult.
Seriously, few things in this life will stir your soul like coaching your kid in soccer.
Seriously, few things in this life could scar your kids like coaching your kid in soccer.
Two years ago, I held a kid selfie contest here on the CD. The rules were simple: Send in a selfie your child took with your phone. It must be there already; no staged shots for the contest. (It’s the honor system, and Smoky the Bear will know if you break the rules.)
Send your photos to firstname.lastname@example.org, by Friday, June 3. I’ll post entrants on Go Ask Daddy for June 10, and open the contest to an open poll. I’ll determine a winner by June 17. The winning kid will receive a prize package valued at a minimum $3.
Raise your hand if you can say the same. I’m not talking that Danielle Steele paperback collecting dust on your nightstand. I’m talking, fingers to the keyboard, creative endeavor, this’ll be so cool writing that gets left behind like the Dallas Cowboys in the playoffs.
One of mine is a book about the NFL in the 1970s.
Every month, I compile a post called 6 Words. Ernest Hemingway inspired it when he said any story can be told in six words. I ask bloggers, friends, strangers, and a few strange blogger friends to respond to a prompt.
We – by ‘we’ I mean us, as in me and you readers and writers – had a bit of a reputation.
Many six-words prompts for a segment of 6 Words post history contained consistent comfort items, mainly wine, chocolate, and pizza. The Trinity of Indulgences, you might say. Have some downtime? Wine. Have some alone time? Chocolate. Have any time? Pizza.
Indulgences sponsor parental warfare – let’s not get it crooked.
Our friend, Janine, writes the blog Confessions of a Mommyaholic. She blogged recently of her own mommy indulgences, and even furnished a printable Do Not Disturb sign. This sign bore the symbols of mommy indulgence – smartphones, sweets and the like.
Janine’s post got me thinking about dad indulgences.
Not that I hated it. Like bedtime and math, church served a function in life. I had the sense of its moral compass, fueled heavily by tradition with a dash of fear. (My Sunday school teacher told us all the bad words we weren’t to use; she also warned us we’d go to Hell if we yawned in church.)
My church, though, seemed a circus with free cotton candy when compared to Margarita’s.
On birthdays, back in the 70s and 80s, your mom could bring cupcakes for the class. Mine many years was “class size – 1.” Margarita left quietly before the celebration of icing and noise and a spirited game of Thumbs Up could begin. I wonder how many kids noticed?
Charlotte’s words – not mine – brought Lisa Thomson to my blog.
Charlotte writes My Pixie Blog, on “Love, Life, and Lessons Learned.” She’d written a guest post for me on shifts in relationships. It came along with impeccable timing for me. It also gained the attention of one of the most purposeful bloggers I’ve ever read.
We count down the days ‘til it starts. We long for it in the depths of winter. Give us sun and sand, sleeping in and summer vacation. I’ve never been on board. Cooling autumn winds, short days and chilly nights sustain my soul the way the sun does others’.
You know this if you’ve ever visited this blog. You also know that I’ll never paint my face at a game or defend a team’s honor with fisticuffs or waste any time watching ESPN SportsCenter. (Thanks, Disney.) No, my love of sports resides on a higher plane.
Give me rivalry and pageantry. Give me team colors, matchups, human stories.
Give me a team not expected to compete, in a state playoff game against a conference rival that’s taken them lightly. Watch them pronounce their arrival with spirited play and tenacity. That’s what the girls’ high school team did Thursday.
So, this A to Z Challenge really kicked my butt. It happened in the home stretch of soccer season. It fell during a time we stressed over Elise’s college status (she got in!) and lots of work workload. Spring’s a time of renewal, too. Although it’s mostly pollen.
If my guest post list were a troubling of goldfish, they’d mostly be belly up.
As readers might remember, when I have a guest-post Wednesday without any guest posts, I turn to my phone. I pick 11 random pics, and share them here. Let me know what you think. I promise to have something from an awesome guest next week.
It got late awfully early this year in the A to Z Challenge.
It’s May 9, and I’m just now wrapping up the write-everyday blog challenge that occupied all of April. I’m less Nyquist and all Whitmore if you’re comparing this challenge to, say, the Kentucky Derby. (Nyquist won; Whitmore was 19th of 20 horses. Shagaf didn’t finish. At least I did.)
I tried to manage Coach Daddy plus a blog for work in this challenge.
That didn’t float. It did, for a short while. But to write every day, or at least post every day, that’s a grind, you know? It’s a first-world grind, yes. At least I learned a few lessons. If you’re not learning, why do it? Here are the lessons I came away with this time.