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I was driving, grumbling at traffic, when I heard extreme screaming from the backseat.
Being a mom, I took this pretty much in stride and only almost rear-ended the car in front of me instead of actually crashing.
Luckily, nobody was being murdered; my daughter had just spilled a bottle of water on herself. Her shorts and the seat were soaked.
I thought things would be fine.
They were not fine.
This was Defcon-245, red-alert, serious emergency time. WET SHORTS. Worst thing ever. Lots of crying.
I get it; wet shorts suck. Especially if you have to wear them in your fun parkour class for an hour.
However, I also know that life is going to dish out some serious discomfort for my girl over the next many years. There’s no getting around it.
So, I gave her a choice. 1. Go to parkour class and have fun, but with wet shorts. 2. No fun parkour class, but we go home and get dry shorts.
Then I told her I really thought she could handle the wet...