Today is the day. My son gets to meet his Soccer coach and his T-ball coach this morning! It doesn't quite feel like Spring until he's in his soccer jersey running the field, well that and the frigid weather makes it not so springy. Is that a word?
I think it's going to be better for me than him. Being cooped over the winter was harder than usual this year, because he's gained another year and not as easily entertained.
I can't just put a toy in front of him and expect him to marvel, like he did when he was tiny. Now it's whining, "I want to doooo something" or "when can we go outside?"
When that doesn't produce anything fun, it becomes silly name calling or crying fits out of boredom to push my buttons.
What he doesn't realize is that the silly name calling gets to me worse.
"Hey Mrs. Jiggly Pens...whatcha doing?" What the?
A) What kind of name is that? and
B)'NO woman wants to be called Jiggly anything!
So today I wake up in peace, yawn, and feel that Spring has sprung. I get to watch my sun run and play 2 days a week, while I sit and admire.
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