Little Mother can scrap soccer with kids twice her size. Her skills are less than perfect but her tenacity, drive, and determination make up for her occasional kick in the wrong direction. Sure, we like it when she scores a goal, but we cheered the hardest last week when she blocked two goals, injured and limping.
Each morning as we drive, Briz, the voice of seasoned athletics, coaches on mental toughness. "Everyone gets tired. But, your body can always do a little more. Push to the limit. Then you know you've given it your all."
I just finished a book on teaching called "Teach like your Hair's on Fire." To me, it was half inspiration, half onset of depression. I despaired that my children did not and would not have teachers like Rafe Esquith that inspired them to reach their full potential. A nagging thought whispered that while they would not get him as a teacher, they did have me as a mother. Certainly I could try to accomplish in eighteen years what Rafe accomplishes in one school year. I began listing. What could I start now that would make the best use of the time I've been given?
Last night after dinner, I dragged my feet on family home evening. Briz was out late. Trial prep has kept him busy this last week. Days without my tag team partner have left me wiped out. I thought I could skip just this once. What difference would it make if we had it tomorrow? At least no prep work... maybe a movie.
Unbidden, I thought that this was time I had... I was lazy. If I were in a soccer game, I'd be asking for a drink break and a nap. We tell Little Mother to reach deep. . . there is always more energy.
We discussed Kohlberg's six levels of moral development then played dominos.
We aren't reaching nirvana yet, but sunshine pops up. "I'm doing my dishes for a wewawd. That's level one thinking. I can do betto. I'll do it to make you happy. That's level 5." Every moment, every day counts. Little Mother and her soccer coach would be proud.