I am blessed. Blessed to have a job that enables me to have the ability to be at most of my kids’ activities and things that are happening during the day at school. And I realize that not every person has the opportunity to be there. I realize that when I have kids hug on me and so happy to see another adult—even if it isn’t there own mom and dad. I pray that I can be the light for that child that’s mom has a job during the day that she can’t get away from. Or a dad who’s job is not flexible to let him off for a few hours. Or a dad or mom who works the night shift and has to sleep during the day. Or the mom who has little babies at home and no one to babysit—and it’s naptime—and there’s no way she can make it to the school. These kids are precious–each and every one.
So, these last couple of weeks they have been doing the roller skating unit at the Elementary school. So fun! I absolutely love roller skating as a kid. And as soon as our kiddos were walking, we got them skates. We have had many a Sunday afternoon at the skating rink when they were smaller. And every once in awhile we make it a priority to get there still. Although it’s been about a year…hmmm. With this weather we’re having, that’s not a bad idea!!!
I have tried to come and be a parent participant each year. And each year, it’s pretty fun…kind of. Kourtney’s class is one of the older of the classes at the school and they’ve been skating for a long time. And they have improved! And getting very fast and good on their skates. Kourtney is the child, who at even 10 years old, still wants me to hold her hand and skate around. Which I did, until I realized they were trying to swing me around the corners. SCARY!
And then? There’s Landon. I honestly feel as though I am risking my life as I take my first roll onto the gym floor. Landon has no doubt made it around the gym multiple times as I just get started—and honestly? I’m not even sure he knows I am there. He is one that wears wrist pads or whatever they are called. And I understand why. The boy is crazy. Plain and simple. And then I saw an attempt at jumping to touch the basketball net as he skated on by. This mama was in discipline mode. I am SO THANKFUL I do not have to watch him skate every day…
And because I know I am ready for some comic relief in my life, and I’m betting you may get a chuckle out of this as well, I am going to share. I have debated about sharing this, but I really don’t want to forget. Pretty sure I won’t.
The kiddos in the 2nd grade class have been anxiously awaiting their chicks to hatch. It is the coolest thing, and has provided them with tons of entertainment and learning. Landon came home talking about “candling” and asking me how to spell it. I have never even heard of that before!? Am I living in the dark ages or what? Or maybe it is that I am not a chicken farmer. Either way, I have even learned something during this chick thing.
Here is my sweet niece. Her mom told me today that there is a little chick they named “Red Hed” and Reese, my niece, believes that she is the mom to this chick. Naturally, because she has red hair. Makes sense!
And Landon was very excited to tell me about all of the chicks that have hatched and that he and a friend even got to name one! He was pumped. And so was I. And then he told me what he named the chick. I was so very, very thankful for my little boy’s innocence. And then…I had a good belly laugh. Yes, I am a juvenile. Yes, I am immature. But you know? Sometimes you just need to have one of those. And yesterday was the day.
In no particular order, here are the names of the chicks that I know of as of today…
Early Bird—you know, this one came first. Isn’t that just the cutest?!
Fluffy—I assume he is kind of fluffy?
Red Head—Obviously, a red head.
Lil Pecker—-Because, you know…he pecks a lot.
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