and Dorothy made their Virginia debut this weekend at Broken Leg Theater’s
Wonka Jr. They are my little Oompa
Loompas. It has been a terrific
experience. Bravo, Broken Leg Theater! (www.brokenlegtheater.org)
Over the eight weeks of rehearsals, I concluded that the Oompa Loompa way of thinking is spot on, for each time they were on stage they offered a nugget of truth.
Concentrate on self control (Augustus Gloop had zero) and not self esteem.
I hope my long absence from the blog hasn't gone unnoticed. A lot has been simmering at our house and this week it is boiling (and I am bubbling) over. My heart is so full.
For the last four years (plus a year at the Prep School) our son has been on a journey to graduate from West Point. It is a goal he has had since he was about seven, when he told his dad he wanted to be a soldier. I had never even heard of the place, but the Captain put the dream in Matt's heart. "If you want to be a soldier, you should go to West Point.
Can we talk about smart-aleck kids?
"I cannot believe the way some of my friends talk to their mothers," my own kids will tell me from time to time.
"They wouldn't live at home if they talked to me that way," I say.
"They wouldn't be alive if they talked to you that way," one of them replied not too long ago with a laugh.
Without apology, I don't put up with sass. And I have my own mother to thank for it. Despite my sisters' insistence that Baby (that's me) never got in trouble, I can remember my mother coming at me with a spanking and a few choice words.
"Coddled Kids Crumble" was the title of the article that caught my eye a few days ago on Facebook. Being the mom of ten, coddling kids has never been an issue with me. Quite the opposite, in fact. Consequently, I confess I have had a touch of mom guilt here and there over the years. Maybe I was requiring too much of them?
But no more. As the title implies, coddling kids is the equivalent of crippling them, and after ten years of this faulty philosophy which has robbed a whole generation of problem solving skills, college kids are limping to their school counselors over the most trivial issues.
Some old, some new, but here they are--
A Mother's New Year Resolutions.
I will not scold happy noise.
I will use the TV as a babysitter-- rarely and as if it costs $10 an hour.
I will give my kids a 1970's summer.
I will, without apology, be the nutrition, grammar, hygiene, wardrobe, curfew and screen police.
I will, without apology, require uncompensated help around the house. It's called being part of a family.
I will, without apology, put my husband's and children's ambitions before my own.