And WHY am I bursting with pride?
Ah…that is a good story. Well, not really, but I’m telling it anyway.
So today I took The Littles to the school and we had lunch with The Bigs. It was the big walkathon. I wasn’t there to volunteer, like they’d asked us to. I thought I had plans. But I finished what I had to do early enough that I found myself in need of lunch. And they had offered barbeque lunch to parents…even suggested that we come eat with our kids that day. So who was I to turn down lunch? For the price of a couple bucks and the effort of walking a couple blocks, I was able to partake of a lunch with my children which I neither shopped for nor prepared. My favorite kind of lunch.
After a delightful lunch spent sitting in the sunshine (ok…i lied…it wasn’t delightful…but I neither shopped for nor prepared it, so who am I to complain?) The Bigs both took off for recess within five minutes of our sitting down. You can see who won in the Mom vs. Recess match, it wasn’t even close. So I gathered up The Littles and headed home. As I was rounding the corner of the playground, a ball was sent over the fence and across the street. It was the ball that Matthew and a bunch of kids were playing a game with (soccer? I don’t know).
My chance to be the hero.
And hero I was. I fetched the ball. I sent it over the fence with a good, high kick. And the oooohs and aaahhhhs and cooooolllls that such a kick received filled my heart with pride. I know…not difficult to impress a bunch of first-graders with an easy kick to a bouncy ball, but I’ll take it. For a moment, I was cool. I heard Matthew’s voice in the group "that’s my mom" and other kids saying "Matthew, your mom can kick good!" as I walked out of earshot. Yeah. Not much. Not really that cool. But as I said… I got a lunch which I neither shopped for nor prepared.
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You’re such a cool mom, Shannon!! Love your story! and hope I never come in contact with your awesome kicking skills! : )
that is cool Mom.. way cool.
don’t you just love when you’re thought of as the “cool mom”! and how easily impressed the young ones can be! if only they remained as easily impressed when they got to the teenage years! lol!
Why am I picturing you making yourself a SuperMom cape this weekend!?
You are seriously a rockstar. AND QUITE A BALL KICKER.
bless the neither shopped for or prepared lunch.
i love it when i overhear that i am a cool mom.
that’s my favorite kind of lunch too.
it’s pretty rare, but i love it.
and i could never get it from kicking a ball.
laughter maybe but not cool mom.
cause i would most likely miss the ball and end up on my behind.
and really thats not very cool.
Cute story! You ARE a cool Mom!
totally made me smile.
yay shannon!