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Beach Football

Mad Dog travelled this week so it was just me and the boys.  As the boys are older, these stretches of time without Mad Dog are easier and easier.  It has gotten so much easier that sometimes, I even manage to have fun with the boys.  This concept of fun as I am lone-parenting was inconceivable a couple of years ago.  I am so thankful for how far we’ve grown as a family.

That’s not to say that my authority isn’t tested, my patience isn’t tried and brothers don’t try to maul each other.  Maybe I’ve grown immune to some of the craziness and have accepted that if my boys are awake, peace and calm have most likely left the building.  It also helps when one or both of them say something so cute, it immediately erases any frustration from my memory stores.

As I was supervising evening showers, Full Speed shared his thoughts.  “Mom, I know you really want a beach condo.  I am going to try my best to find a way to help Dad get you that condo.  How do you think I could do that?”

First of all, if you know me at all, I dream about living near the ocean on a daily basis.  For that to register with my 8-year-old felt like reward enough.  Secondly, a beach condo seems inconsequential to my happiness if my kid grows up to be as thoughtful and caring as he was in this moment.

“Full Speed, that is so nice of you to offer to help me and your Dad out, but don’t you worry, we’ve got that covered.  All I want is for you to be happy and do something you really love when you grow up.”

He thought about what I said for a moment and then continued, “Well, maybe I could play football.  Some players get a million dollars a game.  If I play five games, that’s five million dollars and that could really help out.”

Sounds like a win-win, doesn’t it?

Even at age two, Full Speed knew he loved football
Even at age two, Full Speed knew he loved football

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