For some reason, Feedburner (the subscription service that sends out the emails of my blog posts) only sent out half of yesterdays post. I’ve been swamped with emails about the toy I wrote about since the link wasn’t included in the email. The toy is called Straws and Connectors and you can order via Amazon.
Good Deeds Challenge for the Week
Also, I posted a little challenge – AKA the Good Deeds Challenge – for this week. The previous week it was to call people by name (baristas, checkout workers, waiters) and this week it is to simply hold the door for others. Crazy simple, but so fun. Teach your children to do it as well and enjoy the smiles on people’s faces. Be more gracious than necessary. Ready? Go!
Finally, I wanted to share with you my post on mentoring that I wrote at SimpleMom.net…
I have heard from so many of you that wish there was someone to mentor you. I have absolutely been there. A lot.
I grew up not knowing my mom. I had so many questions and so few answers. My life was a succession of looking for mentors; some of them were intentional, most of them weren’t. Almost all of them never even knew they mentored me.
Everywhere I went, I looked for women I admired, women that I wanted to emulate. I asked them questions, copied them, talked like them and tried to act like them.
I was a *really* annoying little kid, but I was determined to figure out who I was and who I was supposed to be.
To compound my problem, I loved sports and, ironically, neither my dad nor my brother did. They played with me as much as they could, but there were many, many days when I went into the field next to our house and threw a football. Then I walked over to where I threw it, picked it up and threw it back. Over and over and over again.
I often played baseball, tennis, football and basketball by myself. I literally practiced for hours with, at best, a wall or a hoop. I watched my favorite athletes and tried to copy what they did. Sports channels weren’t for sitting on the couch and watching but for standing in front of and practicing.
So, not only was I an annoying little kid, I was a really weird one, too.
But these circumstances taught me three very important lessons. Click here to read the rest of my post over at SimpleMom.Leave a Comment