Happy election day!


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I love election days.  I do.

I suppose I don’t really love politics and picking sides and the inability to compromise, but I love seeing swarms of people all dressed and ready for their days stopping in to get their sticker. I love that everyone is super friendly and helpful.  There’s a buzz of energy, excitement, and anticipation.  Perhaps a little fear too.  I love that I vote at the park by the lake…never mind dodging goose poop.  I love that everyone smiles and nods at one another because we’re grateful and thankful to be able to voice our choice. 

During my ten minutes of voting on  election day, it feels like it’s not about winning or losing…it feels like it’s about community and smiling at my neighbors. 

I have to admit it gets me a little choked up when I see all these people taking a little time out to do what they are asked to do.  I’m such a sap.  I will also get teared up when I see the happy winners on the news, regardless of which party, because it all started with these lovely people at the park.

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Hover-mom


While at the park in the sunshine yesterday, I noticed something about parents. 

Parents hover. 

Well, moms hover more than dads, actually.  At our park, at least. 

They hover and protect and correct and ask questions and ruin all the fun, actually. 

I probably seemed like a terrible parent…(someone is probably writing a blog about me not watching my kids…ha!) sitting, watching, allowing things to happen.  For interactions and manners and creativity and imagination to happen without me. 

And it does.  Kids don’t really need us…unless they need us.  Unless they ask. 

Just let them play and have fun, right?  I mean, you can’t really play pirates with laser beam eyeballs with mom saying veal about tummy noses.

Of course, when they pull out the sticks and start beating and dive-bombing each other…then it’s time to offer some peace-making chips or juice or something.