Best Minion Birthday Party. Ever.

Post by Ms. MMK.

Minion wishing SJ happy birthday.

Minion wishing SJ happy birthday.

It all started with one question. SJ (who starts thinking about his birthday about 7 months in advance), asked, “Mommy, I want to have a minion birthday party.”

In case it hasn’t come through yet in Mr. MMK’s blogs, SJ’s enthusiasm is boundless and wonderful, so the prospect of giving him what he wants and enjoying the reaction is quite appealing.

I felt my inner Martha Stewart rise (come on, you know she’s in all of us – some of us just squeeze her into our toes).

I started Google-ing. Minion cupcakes made out of twinkies? “Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” as SJ would say. Oh, but you have to start with cupcakes and frosting, cut the twinkies, delicately make the goggles out of….never mind. That many Twinkies won’t survive that long in a kitchen with me.

Minion bowling? Cool. Spray-painting soda bottles half yellow and half blue? I’m having visions of my children painted half yellow and half blue because they got in the way of my madness.

So I turn to face inner Martha. Calm down there, Miss M., we’re going to do this my way. And here it is: The full-time working Mom’s version of the Best Minion Birthday Party. Ever. Continue reading

Love and Losing: A Bonding Story

Philadelphia Sports Stadiums

Courtesy of Deamstime.com

I have lived in the New York area for nearly 20 years. I’ve adopted many New York habits—walk aggressively and see red lights as optional, memorize where to stand on the subway platform for optimal entry and egress, and pronounce Houston not like the city in Texas.

However, I root for the Philadelphia sports teams. Let me explain.

The explanation is rather simple, actually. I am a product of my environment—the fourth son of a sports-crazed Philadelphia family.

My mother is still bitter over the 1950 World Series between the Phillies and Yankees. She anguishes over the three one-run losses. My oldest brother spit at the television while watching a Sixers-Celtics game. My next oldest brother was convinced he was bad luck and could not bring himself to watch the key moments of the 1980 National League Championship Series between the Phillies and Houston. My European born grandmother waved an Eagles pennant and ate pizza while watching the 1980 Super Bowl.

To read the rest of the post,click the following: http://goodmenproject.com/families/baseball-fan-wwh/

What Color is Your Belt?

Karate gee with a white belt and various stripes

His currect karate gee and belt.
Notice how dirty it is.
BR needs a new yellow belt for multiple reaons.

Is there anything better than achieving a goal?

 

You can look back on the frustrations, times when you felt like quitting, and the moments you wondered if it was all worth it. They all melt away.

Instead, you revel in accomplishment. You can feel proud, appreciate your stick to itness, and you know that the next goal can happen too.

 

The greatest thing you get when you achieve a goal is confidence. I know I can, I know I can.

 

Tomorrow BR will be testing for his yellow belt. I’ve mentioned before how he felt when he got a stripe (https://larrydbernstein.com/earning-your-stripes/). This is bigger. A NEW BELT!

I am excited. I’ve been calling BR every morning while on my way to work to remind him to practice. I’ve watched and instructed based on what Sensei says during practices. BR is primed!

 

A friend of mine said, “Wait till he goes for that green belt or higher. He’ll feel like he can protect himself.”

 

My friend, while a great guy, has it all wrong. Karate and the new belt are not about enabling BR to go all Bruce Lee on the next person who dares mess with him.

 

Sure, it would be nice if he could be the family protector should danger arise. However, that’s not what I care about.

 

I do care that a kid who has o.t. issues is feeling more in control of his body.

 

I do care that a kid who has ADHD is finding a way to focus and discipline himself.

 

I do care that a kid who has anxiety is able to feel a sense of accomplishment.

 

It’s been a year and a half since BR began his twice weekly karate sessions. There have been times where he has practiced little, and I questioned what he got out of it. There have been days where I have stressed about getting him there and back. There have been sessions where BR appeared nonchalant, disinterested, and unable.

 

I suppose that is why many kids are able to earn a yellow belt much quicker.

 

So what. The great length of time that has passed does not make this potential accomplishment any less special.

 

Tomorrow afternoon I will be in the audience silently praying and offering instructions to BR as he goes through the testing for the yellow belt. Afterwards, I will hug him tightly (he may even let me do it in public) and tell him how proud of him I am – whether he is wearing yellow belt or not. He has already achieved a worthwhile goal.

Why I Deliberately Hurt My Children

Courtesy of Flickr

Courtesy of Flickr

FDRThe Only Thing We Have to Fear is Fear Itself

SJ and I are lying in the grass. We are a few houses down from our own.

You may be wondering why we were lying on our neighbor’s front lawn.

Well, I pushed SJ down. It was for his own good.

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