The Oscars - photo credit |
“…and the
winner is…” Do you sometimes wish you could hear those few words after a tough
day of parenting? With the Oscar awards coming up, I thought it would be
fitting to take a look at the relationship between The Oscars and parenting.
An Oscar for
parenting may sound like this –“In the category of accomplishing the most tasks
in a day, the winner is ______________; For her strength and energy in washing
a load of clothes, folding the towels, unloading the dishwasher, responding to
emails, and dressing herself presentably – all before leaving the house to run
other errands.
So how is
parenting like the Oscars? Take a look.
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Both
can be a nail biting experience
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Both
require determination and drive
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Both
can be rewarding and challenging at the same time
When you
think about the above similarities of the Oscars and parenting, I bet you can
come up with a situation that relates to each point. Take a minute to think
about it…ok time is up. Here is one of my stories.
I was
working an afterschool program the other day when a winter storm began. It
started out as gentle snowflakes drifting from the sky, and then turned to rain
and slush with the threat of freezing. After a couple of hours, I realized it
was time to call and see if my teen son made I home safely after basketball
practice. This is his first year driving in winter weather conditions.It was 7pm, I knew basketball practice should have ended by 5pm. I made the call.
“Are you
home yet?” I yelled through the loud background noise blaring from his end of
the phone.
“No, I’m at
the girl’s game,” he yelled back.
I looked out
of the window of the recreation center where I work and told him, “You need to
leave now!” My face would have been ashen if my skin wasn’t so dark. My son was
enjoying himself at a girls’ basketball game while I was frantic about the
danger of him driving home on dark, slippery back roads. It was a nail biting
experience.
Since I
shared a challenging story, I must also share a rewarding one. It was a cold
night outside, but warm and fuzzy inside my heart on senior night during my son’s
basketball game. The athletic director announced each senior player and
cheerleader and their escorts. My son and I walked onto the floor with an arm
around each other and smiles on our face.
Senior night
was like a night at the Oscars for my son and me. He had a high scoring game of
19 points and I was his biggest cheerleader. And the basketball team won the
division championship.