I get it...he doesn't look like me. He is my brother and I have dealt with misunderstandings for years. Just this week a lady at a shop was staring at my sister and me; she couldn't understand the way we were talking about 'Mom.' Most of the time I ignore this but sometimes I play with people. A classical tale of my High School days.
Faster Daddy Faster
When I was young, my little sister would holler, "Faster Daddy Faster." She has a handicap, which keeps her from skiing but when she was tiny enough to fit in a backpack we did just that and off we went. My Dad carved gracefully down the hill carrying this screaming bundle of joy on his back.
Today, as I skied, I thought of my childhood; in the beginning, we wore ski gaiters with jeans, hand-me-downs and we brown bagged it.
Gone are the days of skiers in jeans, but today there were families everywhere. They were doing the same thing we did back then; enjoying time together.
Get away from your computers and get outside together. It doesn't matter what you do but get out.
Bliss...joy.... we've just had a lovely day.
—Allison Ochs Social Worker M.S.W. , Coach, Expat, Mother of three, Wife
We all know it, be strict, be consequent. Easier said than done. I was never sure until last night how true this story was. I have heard it so many times and thought maybe it was a family urban legend. My Mom wins the prize in consequence and was a master of making her point. Read and be inspired about how a mother of eleven made her point and for years she had less work because of one simple action. I don't think I would have pulled this off but man I have respect for her. By the time I came around I didn't need to test things, I heard the stories and knew and I would have never dared. My older brothers and sisters paved the way, got punished, I learned and this legend came to be.