You need me....

A week or so ago I wrote a post about Love me some me. In that post I explain how I was a bit disappointed at the results when I asked my clowns to name some things they love and not one of them said themselves.

Now fast forward.  My son started playing basketball in the last week or so, and I have to say I'm really impressed with how much he's improved from last year, and truth be told, he's one of our best player in one of his leagues. 

But just like every young boy he can get a little squirly from time to time. So the other night I had to sit him down and have a talk about his behavior. 

I explained to the young lad that I expected him to make good decisions and do the right thing not only at school but at home as well and that his behavior  from the previous morning would not be tolerated. I then explained to my growing superstar that if he could not behave the way I and his mother expect then we would take privileges away from him. This included privileges such as t.v. iPods and or basketball. To which my son looked me dead in the eye and said, just as a matter of fact as anything he's ever said to me....

But dad, you need me on that team to win games..... 

Maybe he's taking this whole love me some me thing a bit to far. 

Was Woolly Right???

So I'm not a big believer in old folk wisdom or urban legends. You know things like throwing salt over your left should for good luck, or is it right? I can never remember. Or how about the break a mirror and have 7 years bad luck thing. Or even the Facebook posts that tell me if I don't repost I'm going to hell or that Jesus doesn't love me.

But the woolly worm. Now there's a dude I can believe in.

Old folk wisdom says that the Woolly Worm can predict the forecast for the upcoming winter.

According to legend, the wider the middle brown section is the milder the coming winter will be. So, a narrow brown band is said to predict a harsh winter.

I can't remember this past fall what the woolly worms looked like around here, but I do remember conversations about how people thought we would have a bad winter because of these guys. We've had snow, ice, school closings and negative, bone chilling cold temperatures. I know what you're thinking. Yeah but you're in Indiana it's always cold and snowy in the winter there. Well, if the weather here hasn't convinced you......

Ask somebody in Atlanta......

Thanks for the heads up Woolly....

Love Me Some Me...

What are some things you love? Your spouse, kids, God, music, food, cars, books, movies. I could name about a hundred different things that I love if you asked me that question. I'm sure you could too. 

But did you say me?

Not me as in me, but me as in you?

I asked this question to my clowns recently, "tell me some things that you love". I pretty much got the standard answers from all three, but not one of them said, myself. 

To often in life we don't love ourselves. We blame ourselves, think we're not good enough, or magnify our own faults, especially when someone we love hurts us. A few Facebook friends recently posted about how their wives were leaving them after many years of marriage. Both men posted about how they should have been better or done more. As if it was completely their fault that their wife cheated or decided to move on. I don't know their situation, in fact I don't know any body's situation, but I do know that it takes two to tango.  

I felt a bit hurt when I asked my clowns to name some things they love and on top of their list were things like iPods and money. Not hurt because I wasn't on their list, but because THEY weren't on their list. Maybe it's because they're kids and they live simple lives. Maybe it's because it's a trick question. I mean how many people would really say themselves when asked what are some things you love? Or maybe it's because I haven't taught them to love me some me.

You see, I love me some me. Sure there was a time in my life when I didn't exactly love me.  Maybe that's just something we all go through in life. Like a bridge we have to cross to get to the other side. And I think as a parent it's my duty to help my clowns understand what love is. And the first step of that is loving yourself. After all if you don't, how can you expect others to?