Thursday, July 31, 2014

Ocean Waves

Brandon and his friend, Frank went swimming in the ocean.
They were having a great time playing in the waves.
The waves were rough that day and I told the boys to be careful.
Then a huge wave came crashing down!

Ut-oh!
 I think the waves won!



Footnote: The boys were fine and went back for more.
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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

The Beach!

Our family vacation was spent in Ocean City, NJ.
We don't see our nieces and nephew as much as we would like, 
which makes our vacation special because we are with them an entire week.
The weather was perfect to be at the beach and the water wasn't cold.
 Uncle Todd dug a hole big enough to bury Tyce.
The girls were determined to find sea shells to fill their bucket.
 I'm proud to say I taught Tyce how to use the boogie board.
I had a great time at the beach!  I know the kids did too!

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Friday, July 25, 2014

TGIF!!


Feeling Beachie


My favorite time of the day is the morning because it is quiet and I can enjoy a hot cup of tea without being interrupted.

I find Ireland very peaceful when I drink a cup of hot tea.  Ireland is where I first started drinking hot tea.  When my husband and I went to a restaurant, I ordered a glass of ice tea.  The waitress looked at me like I was crazy and said, "We don't have ice".  What??  So I got a pot of hot tea and was hooked.  The tea I drink is from Ireland.  I won't drink anything else.  Luckily there is an Irish store at the beach we vacation to every year.  I stock up!

Why do I always think poorly of myself.  I don't understand why I have poor self esteem.  I could rant and rave about my dysfunctional childhood being the root.  Perhaps it is.  Whatever the reason, it is a hard thing to break.

Why do I always have panic attacks when I go to the grocery store?  I should say, I don't anymore.  I never understood why I did though, until one day I had a flashback/memory of my mother locking me and my sisters in the car while she ran into the grocery store.  It was so hot in the car and my sister said she couldn't breathe.  I rolled down the window to get some air in the car.  When my mother came out, she yelled at me for rolling down the window.  I get very upset when I hear on the news of children dying from being left in a hot car because I can relate to the the horrible feelings those children went thru.  Lucky for me and my siblings, we were okay.
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Tuesday, July 1, 2014

How can you let him play hockey?

Over the years I have been asked by parents "Why do you encourage your son to play hockey?".

When Brandon was 4 he begged his father and I to play ice hockey.  Hockey is an expensive sport, so we decided to get Brandon skating lessons first.  He loved being on the ice.  When he turned five we bought him his first pair of hockey skates.  At six he was playing on his first hockey team.  

He chose to play hockey.  We encourage him to play well.

I was even approached by a parent who sons plays football, and she wanted to know "How can you let your son play such a violent sport?"  

I do agree that hockey is way rougher than football.  Players get checked, high sticks in the face and pucks are flying.  Football you pointlessly run in to people.  =D

Bantam Level 2012
From an outsiders point of view, I can see why hockey seems like a violent sport.  But in fact, we fans all know that ice hockey is very physically demanding and yet it also requires skill and finesse, and given the fact that you’re playing on ice, there are always going to be some moments when you’re a little bit out of control. Big hits are part of what makes the game as exciting as it is.  
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Sure, hockey can cause injuries. Just like any other sport.  However, if you look at statistics almost 215,000 children are treated in the ER from football injures every year vs. the 20,000 ER visits from hockey players.  
Midget U16 2013

These days, it’s tough for parents to decide whether to enroll their children in organized sports such as hockey or football. Yes, physical safety matters. But is our collective obsession with protecting our children from harm threatens to turn out a generation of children ill-equipped to deal with their future?  It seems to me that children in modern America are growing up in a country paralyzed by complacency and fear.  

My son wrote an essay on sportsmanship for an English class that I thought was pretty amazing.  My favorite paragraph:
I learned to listen to and respect the coach. I learned to listen to the team captain. I learned how important my role was as a team captain. I learned how to skate better. I learned how to protect myself. I learned that I had to wait my turn to play. I learned that I was not the centre of the universe, but a team member. I learned how to be punctual and stick to a schedule. I learned how to be responsible for my own body and for the bodies of my team mates and opponents. I learned that it was better to obey the rules than to sit in the penalty box. I learned to be organized and responsible for my hockey equipment. I learned what sportsmanship was. Sportsmanship is a style and an attitude, and it can have a positive influence on everyone around you.
Our children need to learn the importance of teamwork, sportsmanship, toughness, and competitiveness. It good for children to learn to strive, to succeed, and most importantly, how to fail. When the time comes, let your kid play football, or hockey... or whatever, and let him decide for himself. He may break his leg or suffer a concussion, but he will be far better off for it over the course of his life than if he stays inside and plays video games.

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