I feel confident saying that I’m an oversharer. I come by it naturally. Look at my social media accounts if you need proof. I’ve posted about my groceries, my mason jar salads, my desserts (I’m hungry. Clearly)
So, why did I have to be told, then told again, to post about young Dirty’s huge news? I’m not sure if it’s me, or the changing face of how information is shared; but I really don’t know where the “too much information” line is.
I love to talk about the humans we made (it doesn’t feel right to call them kids anymore). I talk about them even more than I talk about CrossFit. I make it a mission of finding the most ridiculous segue to weave in a story about my boys. I’m pretty gifted at it. It’s a “subtle” strength.
Random person: “Some weather we’re having.”
Me: “This one time, there was weather, and my son he did the most amazing thing. Let me tell you and over detailed story about it“
This college thing is a really big deal. But it’s not really my deal. You know those parents to do a great job of tracking the kids assignments in high school? That wasn’t me. Somewhere along the way, the messaging that Dirty got from the influences in his life made him decide to do what he needed to do to reach his goal. Him.
He’s got big decisions ahead of them. I’ll do my best to offer what I know, but the reality is… Both of my kids have launched better than I did. They’re in waters I never charted.
Parenting is such a zone defense activity. These boys are awesome because of the community that raised them. So as an homage to everyone who’s been a part of their lifes; excellent work. They got the messages of how to be, how to work, and their importance in the bigger picture.
THANK YOU!
Bifocals and Barbells 