The Best in the World

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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.

YOU CAN DOOOOOO IT!

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. 🙂

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Win or Lose

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Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Dreams, Encouragement, Kids, Life, Love, Mother, Mothering, Mothers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons, Sports | Posted on 10-01-2014

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I love the Olympics. I love Moms. I love emotional commercials. I love Tide. And I love this P&G commercial about all that mothers do for their children to support them as they follow their dreams…picking them up when they teeter and totter as toddlers…driving them to all of their practices and events…tending to their wounds…and then cheering them on at the Olympics, and beaming when they win their medal.

Olympic medal?? Wait!

But what if they don’t win a medal? Or don’t make the Olympics? Or don’t make the varsity team? Or don’t make the team at all? Or are the worst player on the team? Or kinda suck at sports in general?

Do we love our children any less?

Do we love our children more when they win and are good athletes and are successful?

Do we love our children less when they lose or fail or fall below our expectations of them?

This commercial got me thinking about how I parent. And how I want to always support and love my children. Always and all ways. Unconditionally. When they dream big and achieve and are successful. When they fail or make mistakes. When they fall below my (high) expectations of them.

I am not a mother of an Olympic athlete in training. But we are heading to a soccer tournament this weekend. I’ll let you know if I love my daughter more or less, come Monday. Wink.

What form!

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To The Girlie Girls On the Soccer Field: BEWARE

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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.