The Olympics have made a big impact in our household over the past two weeks. Today it was with great sadness that we bid farewell to the most memorable (to me anyway) Olympic games of my history. I am not sure if having kids made me more interested, but this was the first Olympic games, as an adult, that I really cared about what was going on. It was so nice to turn on the TV and have a show to watch that we could all enjoy as a family… sitting down each night and cheering on the USA brought a lot of teaching moments for us as well. The kids learned about other countries, about the power of practicing hard to achieve your goals and about sportsmanship. One thing I didn’t realize they had learned was a lesson in patriotism.

This morning I walked into the living room to find all three of them standing completely still, with their hands over their hearts staring at the TV as the USA basketball team accepted their gold medals. They may not know what this gesture means, but I was so proud of them to recognize the moment of reverance and to give the flag the respect it deserves. God bless the USA!


Why does parenting often result in that crushing, insides crumbling kind of feeling? Jacob starts 1st grade on Monday. Since they have half day Kindergarten, he will soon be heading to school from 9am-4pm… seems like an eternity to me! Conversation today as we were heading to the mall:

Jacob: “Mom, is today a special day?”

Me: “Of course it is a special day today. We all get to hang out together and be together all day long. That always makes for a special day.”

Jacob, in a sassy 1st grade ready voice: “Moooommmmm… that is just like every day of my whole life. What’s so special about that?”

Me, hit by a freight train of emotions and suddenly bursting into tears: “Because, Jacob, when you start school, we won’t get to have every, single day to hang out like this. You’ll be in school.”

Him: “Cool. I guess it is a special day then.”

Oh… little does he know how special of a day it really is to me.