Monthly Archives: October 2017

Next Question

Next Question is a new feature – maybe Fridays, weekends – just fun days in general. So I have been and will be fielding questions from friends and followers about youth sports, raising boys, dogs (pure breeds and rescues) and general stuff. Stuff they have – or think I might have – a point of view about (which, to anyone who knows me understands that I pretty much have a POV on everything.) But here, we will try to stick with topics that I am likely to have experience with such as how to identify lunatic coaches, the best ways to get out of booster meetings, when-if-and-how to ask the same 20 people to help you pay your kids’ sports fees every season, girls v. boys sports, do dynamics of fighter jet/overly involved parents change in middle-school, high school, college (you’ll be shocked)…stuff like that.

If you have a question leave a comment or submit your question below! Seems like it could be fun – let’s find out.

So, first question from the archives:

Q: “How can I keep from embarrassing my kid at his/her game?”

A: That is a GREAT QUESTION! Because we all know that parent am I right? They have a comment for every move the kid makes. They’re coaching from the stands, clapping the loudest, maybe whistling using the fingers-in-the-mouth-type-I’m-talking-LOUD-whistle, bringing giant snack bags and Gatorade over during the game, audibly reacting to every call that doesn’t go the kid’s way, questioning coach’s decisions and the kid is just “OMG Mom/Dad seriously?!”  Yes that can get a kid worked up. So here’s what I’ve got: take a moment with your child, sit them down, maybe over Blizzard or a Sonic frozen cherry lemonade. Look them straight in the eye and tell them: “deal with it.”  Next question?

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How To Embrace the Empty Nest

And then there were two.  That was the plan right? You have ’em, they, crawl, walk, run, eventually can get themselves in and out of their car seats (how awesome was that milestone?) then you know, the whole nine: pre-school, primary, elementary, high school, t-ball, pop warner football, little league and on it goes. Disclaimer: I know the college track does not have to be the standard anymore but let’s just set that aside. It went that way for us and hooray all good.

But then the weirdness sets in. Folks ask in the run up: “oh boy…gonna be an EMPTYNESTER EH? oh jeeze whatchya gonna do?…” As if we had absolutely no life, purpose, routine outside of our two boys? WTF?

Okay, we didn’t.

But hold on – we both have full time jobs, two dogs, some good friends, parents who are doing that aging thing. Listen we have stuff. But if we’re being honest our days and weeks for the last 15 years pretty much revolved around the next game, or practice, or sports related meeting, fundraiser, etc. Oh sure we had the occasional family gatherings, holidays, and – I’m sure all kinds of other stuff – but yes – our timelines worked around sports. So YES okay – there is a bit of weirdness now.

We aren’t pathetically pathetic middle-aged adults just waiting for the next text message or OMG PHONE CALL from the boys…(mainly because I have begged for asked the boys for a call every Sunday so there’s that.) No, the truth is that emotionally it’s all good. But the practical thing is where things are a little sideways. Practical in the every day marriage sense, the “just the two of us” sense. So here are some tips based on this new normal. Maybe it will prepare you just a teeny bit in the event you have the kid or last kid flying the coop next year or so:

  • Start jotting down conversation starters with your spouse that have nothing to do with the kids. Stuff like: wasn’t that article about prairie dogs being relocated mind-blowing? What, exactly do you do at your job all day? How do you feel about getting another dog?
  • Start taking an interest in your S.O’s interests. Remember how you did that when you were dating? (I couldn’t really remember but worth a shot.) For example, my husband loves Rush. I’ve been able to work around that for 18 years. Now I happen to know that Getty Lee’s real name is Gary and his mom had an accent that made it sound like “Getty” and he had funny friends who mimicked her so it stuck. Yes, I am super- wife now.  I will bring this up every time the next Rush documentary is on like “see how into this I am? We are so a couple!”
  • Start noticing what your spouse likes to eat and doesn’t like. Likewise notice what you ACTUALLY like and don’t like. If you’re like us, you’ve pretty much been shopping and cooking for your kids for years and healthy or not you eat what you can get them to eat, you eat what they like. Two weeks ago I caught myself robotically dumping the usual 10 yoplaits for $10 into my cart. Then, thunderstruck: does Bryan even like yogurt? Do I? REVELATION! So I did it! I put the yoplait back on the shelf! And – went for the greek yogurt instead!

We can do this – yes we can.

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Stupid Things

Hey there – anyone out there remember me creating this blog…ahem- 8 years ago? Can you imagine if I would have been a more disciplined blogger? For cryin’ out loud I could be sitting on a beach somewhere rolling in, and sipping on royalties from my book derived from my oh so entertaining entries from the time my boys were 9 and 11? Ahhh. Well – I’m back. Here’s why:

  • I’ve been inspired by OTHER BLOGGERS who BLOG about writing. Here’s the line that got me: stop reading this blog and start writing!
  • My inspiration(s) for this blog are actually STILL. PLAYING. SPORTS – in college. Yes, it’s true. So yes, I have yet more, and more perspective to share on youth, high school (be excited, there is some gold in those years) and now…yes, division 1 college sports (spoiler alert – parents have crossed all boundries.)
  • As a result of bullet point #2 I have a little more free time to relate some amazing experiences, stories, advice..that I’ve gathered during the games, parent meetings, tryouts, heartbreaks, growing up, more growing up, tears, joy, loss – you know all that stuff. (I’m an empty nester- I’ve got time is the point.)
  • And on that note (bullet point #3) as the sporting life went on I not only was a parent, observer and fan, but immersed in all things boosterish at the preps level which, if you stay involved allows for some interesting observations. (not that anything can shock us anymore, can it?)
  • As a result and once again in reference to bullet #2, as a parent I’ve been on a personal journey that I’m pretty sure any parent, sports or not…will relate to and hopefully I can share a little perspective that might make the ride well…a little less bumpy, and maybe allow you to step back, take a breath and realize how very extraordinary it all can be.

So sit back and come along if YOU have some free time- as the saying goes…it’s going to be a bumpy ride.