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Two Choices

On more than one occasion lately, Kenley has heard me say:

“If you think down, you will go down. If you think up, you will go up.   You will always travel in the direction of your thinking.” -Bishop T.D. Jakes

And so it goes with one of her first ‘big’ life moments. Going after something she really wants, but struggling because she doesn’t think she’s good enough.  For many people this can be a life-long struggle- never feeling good enough. As Kenley continued to doubt herself, telling me all the reasons why she wouldn’t or couldn’t be good enough I had to remind her that life is about choices.

And the night before tryouts, she had two choices.

Dwell on all the reasons why not, have a pity party, don’t try, or better yet just quit while you’re ahead. Quitting would surely protect your heart.

Or…

Make up your mind that you want this. You really want this. Why do you want it? What’s the worse that could happen if it doesn’t happen? Then go after it and make it happen. Doesn’t matter the outcome, you give it your best and you win regardless.

In true Kenley fashion, it took some much (much) convincing but I saw it click.  That moment where she allowed herself to think maybe, just maybe, I can do this. I saw it register first in her brain, then in her heart, and she decided, by golly, I am going for it.  And so she did.  One of those first defining moments for this 11 year old– where you want something so badly it scares you. Welcome to the big league of life, kid.

And for the record, you are always a winner in my book.

direction of your thinking via grateful simplicity

Two Choices

 

 

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Baller

We be balling on Saturdays…. lately it’s been back to the soccer fields only this time its with middle child. This is after tennis/piano/violin but before cheerleading tryouts which start this week.  She’s approaching approached that age where she doesn’t like me taking her photo anymore (clearly that hasn’t stopped me). From what I recall, if she is anything like her older sister, it is a short lived phase and pretty soon the lens will once again become a magnet for smiling faces.

Saturday called for a little bit of divide and conquer at our house with the boys veering off for a t-ball game (along with Britton who was guilted into watching her brother’s game after I reminded her how many hours he has spent at her games) while me and Kens headed to an simultaneous soccer game.  Nothing says, ‘I’m a parent’ like dragging chairs across fields with sunscreen, water and snacks in tow.

 

 

Baller via grateful simplicity

 

Baller via grateful simplicity

 

Baller via grateful simplicity

Baller via grateful simplicity

 

Meanwhile this little guy has been keeping his eye on the ball at the baseball fields with his buddies. He received the (weekly rotating) sportsmanship medal at Saturday’s game is hasn’t taken it off since. He proudly wore it to church yesterday- then to Costo and Old Navy. He lives a very exciting life like that. Please contact his agent for signing opportunities.

Baller

Baller

 

Spring Break

Spring Break felt more like Winter Break this year which didn’t keep us from doing anything except perhaps swimming. And come to think of it, it may not have stopped a couple of my younger kids either. We headed to 30A for the weeks which draws families from all over the southeast– appealing to all ages, in our case ages 5 to 41. A win-win.  Sassy joined us for the later half of the week and showed me the best place to buy wine, order pasta, and served as stand-in second parent while Mike left to head back to the office.   I could get used to beach life fo’ sure.

 

Spring Break via grateful simplicity

Spring Break via grateful simplicity

Spring Break via grateful simplicity

 

Spring Break via grateful simplicity

 

Spring Break via grateful simplicity

Spring Break via grateful simplicity

Spring Break via grateful simplicity

 

Spring Break via grateful simplicity

a brief stay by Mr. R-- work tends to take over his social life a bit these days

a brief stay by Mr. R– work tends to take over his social life a bit these days

 

New Life

Easter Sunday is highly celebrated and typically entails a worship service, lunch/brunch and some serious egg hunting.  Sadly, the Easter Bunny brings a little gift or two to the kiddos as well. This year was no exception. In fact, it was a seemingly fitting timing reminding us the resurrection and new life which always brings us hope. And for that we are most grateful.

New Life via grateful simplicity

 

These two tend to be hot and cold. Best friends yet competitive – mostly of their grandparent’s time and affection. Okay, more Raynes than Whit. Case in point– “Pops” picked up Raynes early from Preschool today — because at age 5 he has a serious case of senioritis. As to not hurt Whit’s feelings, who attends the same preschool in the adjacent classroom, I walked down to get Raynes and bring him to a second location where Pops could secretly pick him up so that Whit wouldn’t feel excluded (Whit recently had his own Pops-oh-so-fun day). What does Raynes do? Announces to me, as we are awaiting Pop’s big blue truck to round the bend, “I told Whit that Pops was picking me up and he cried.” He may or may not have said it with a little twinkle in his eye. Little meany. His parents better kick it up a notch at home.

Some bunny is serious about their egg hunting

Some bunny is serious about their egg huntin

 

New Life via grateful simplicity

One guess as to who would’ve given these already wild boys more sugar… Hint: Begins with an “s” and ends with a “y”

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Wherever she goes, they go…

 

New Life via grateful simplicity

Hankering for salt air

Happy New Year! Lots of talk about resolutions this week. Typically, being the list girl that I am, there is a list I’ve put together by now with all the things I hope to accomplish in 2017. Didn’t do that this year. Instead, my goal is one simple thing. Go a little easier on myself. If I can’t lose weight, attend church every Sunday, drink more water… than that’s okay. Most day’s we’re all just doing the best we can do so why know go a little easier on ourselves.

In other news, the salt air was calling my name over the break. I don’t know how to describe it other than it was a hankering. An urge, a need, a want to walk along the coastline, breathe some salt in into my lung, and take in all the beauty. So we did– and we brought along some of our favorite little friends too. Though not fancy, this place is one of my favorite places in all the world feeling much like home. I love that our children love it too. While I love the coastline Mr. Robinson has an adoration for the sea having taking our children out on the boat as young as 6 weeks old (disclaimer: it was bay side for a sunset cruise as Kenley laid up in her bouncy seat with head propped against her little bouncy seat head rest).  Although the drive is not but 50 minutes from our home, it had been nearly 6 months since we had been down there. Such a shame. But… it’s a new year so I am going to let it going and go a little easier on myself.

St. Teresa Beach, FL

St. Teresa Beach, FL

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

You win some, you loose some.

You win some, you loose some.

 

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

 

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

Hankering for salt air via grateful simplicity

 

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Hankering for salt air