Not raising grass

“My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard.  Mother would come out and say, ‘You’re tearing up the grass!’ ; ‘We’re not raising grass,’ Dad would reply, ‘We’re raising boys.'”

– Harmon Killebrew (American Baseball Player)

Isn’t that the truth??

I think it’s easy in our busy single mom worlds to lose sight of the fact that we are raising and shaping and molding little hearts and minds.  Life can be so distracting from our greatest priorities.

I often feel there’s so much MORE I want to accomplish.


Like the dishes.  They are rarely washed every night.

Like the laundry.  I catch up once a week on Sunday, but there are days the kids run out of clean socks.

Like the car.  All too often are my children catching a plastic bag or an empty water bottle that’s fallen out of the car, when they open the door.  Yeah, kinda embarrassing.  But true.

Like the living room, my office, the bathrooms … oooh, you get the picture.

But, I take great comfort in knowing that my priority is family time.  We have lots of time for snuggles, giggles, listening to each others long and rambling stories, and piling up for story or movie time.

One evening this week, my daughter was on the field for soccer practice.  My son and I sat on a blanket in the grass to watch. The sun was shining, the breeze was breezing and it felt like a perfect day to be outside together.   He rummaged through the leftover picnic food – eating and eating and eating.  And eating.  He’s been doing that a lot lately.  He’s 11 yrs old and a bottomless pit these days.  I couldn’t stop laughing a few times.  I realized, once again, how much his sense of humor delights me. We cheered for my moxie girl with every right move and strong kick she made.  Her brother puffs out his chest with pride whenever she executes a skill with perfection because he feels he’s taught her everything she knows. 😉

After she was finished, we reveled in her progress and carried our picnic stuff back to the car.  The kids opened the car door.

A water bottle fell out.  My daughter picked it up.

We arrived home and hurried through baths and bedtime routines.  I went to pick out my son’s outfit for the next day … no socks in his drawer.

Drat!  I hadn’t gotten to the white load this past weekend.

I returned downstairs to finish working on overdue research papers and more marketing efforts for my business.  I worked until delirium set in and then climbed into bed myself.

“It was a good time with the kids today,” I thought while lying there.  My heart felt full and satisfied.

And yet, there were still some dirty dishes in the sink. =)

The moral of this story is: I’m so happy I’m not raising laundry or dishes, clean cars, … or grass.  But, I am raising a moxie girl and a little man.