The Best in the World


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Children, Contest, Encouragement, Mothers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons, Sports | Posted on 19-08-2016

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I have been actively watching the Olympics each night. Actively, I say, because I yell on the sidelines sofalines. I cheer and yell loudly. My enthusiasm makes the swimmers stroke longer and the sprinters run faster.


They can. They do. And they win.

My eleven-year-old had a track meet this spring, where all fifth graders from all five elementary schools in our town gathered and competed. It’s a ritual that’s been going on for decades. They perform all of the traditional track and field events. Except pole vaulting. Oh, and the discus is a frisbee. But whatever.

But the sprints? Sheer speed. It’s a nail-biter to see who the fastest fifth grader is in town.

My son competed in the 75-meter sprint. The gun went off and he flew. I couldn’t contain my cheering: GO! YOU’VE GOT THIS!

He went. And he got it. A blue ribbon. And a huge smile.

He is the best in the my world.

When it comes to sports, do we love our children more when they win? Or do we love that our children are healthy? Or do we love that our children are becoming independent and confident?

Healthy. Independent. Confident. As a mother, I want my children to be winners on the inside. But a blue ribbon from time to time doesn’t hurt. đŸ™‚

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Proud on the Sidelines


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Mothering, Mothers and Sons, Parenting, Sports, Teenager, Teenagers | Posted on 25-09-2013

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My son’s high school team lost their last football game.

The team walked off the field in a line, heading towards the locker room. Their heads hung low. Their bodies showing defeat. They were the quietest I’ve even seen them.

Then I spotted my son, who looked at me and gave me the biggest grin. He veered away from the line of defeat and exclaimed, “Hey Mom! Good to see you!” And then proceeded to give me the biggest hug. Yep. Right in front of everyone. And get this. He added, “Thanks for coming to my game. Even though we lost, I did my best.”

“Good to see you too! I’m so proud of you!”

(Don’t get me wrong. I love winning.)

But that young man–with that grin and that hug and that positive attitude–he was a winner. I was proud on the sidelines, prouder-than-a good-win-proud.



Run Oscar Run!


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Life Lessons, Pop Culture, Sports | Posted on 06-08-2012

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One word for Oscar Pistorius, the South African Olympian runner with artificial limbs: awesomeness.

I mean, I tear up at the Olympic athlete stories. Their stories of struggle. Their stories of sacrifice.

But Oscar Pistorius?

This guy has no legs. He had both legs amputated below the knee as a baby and wears prosthetic limbs.

And he ran the 400-meter semi-finals in the Olympics.


And I’ve been complaining that I have callouses on my toes.


There are naysayers who say his artificial limbs give him an advantage over runners with regular Olympic legs. Are you kidding?? Maybe those naysayers need to walk in Oscar’s shoes for awhile.

Oscar is a true athlete, with amazing ability, attitude, confidence, inspiration, and spunk.

I will never complain about my toes again.

To The Girlie Girls On the Soccer Field: BEWARE


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Attitude, Childrearing, Children, Daughters, Encouragement, Family, Kids, Life Lessons, Mothering, Mothers and Daughters, Parenting, Sports | Posted on 18-05-2012

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There is nothing more exciting on a Saturday morning than to watch my daughter tear it up and rough it up during a soccer game.

She’s the one in all blue. The one that looks like she’s gonna break the other girl’s arm. Or did she already?

We teach our children to be kind. We teach them to be empathetic. We teach them to be good citizens, good learners, good listeners, good people. We support their creativity. We support their dreams.

And let me tell you. We support them when they kick some ass in sports.

That’s where my competitiveness comes out. Yeah. I’m the parent of an athlete. I am impressed by her athleticism, determination, and strength. Not only am I proud, but I am learning from her.

I am the parent hollering on the sidelines. I am the one high-fiving my husband when our daughter protects the goal. Scores a goal from half-field. Or roughs it up on the field.

You see, what’s funny is my daughter is soft spoken. She has a fairy-like, sing-song voice. She plays with dragons. She paints vibrant canvases. She is unique and free-spirited and peaceful.

But when she’s on the soccer field, better hide the girlie girls. Because #99 is a powerful force.