I’ve never been the athletic type. My fondest memory of gym class was playing pocket pool and 4-square in 5th grade. Hardly worthy of a future leather jacket, or even the football player to go with it. In junior high I played volleyball for one of the best teams in the area. Melly-Mel was my name; mediocrity was my game. In short, I sat on the bench… a lot. For some, that might have brought them down. Seeing the glass half-full, I rallied with motivational words for my teammates. Later that turned into a year of cheerleading, but I still didn’t get to don leather in red and white. Sadly I fell on my ass after doing a simple round-off and eventually chose an academic extracurricular over herkies and back handsprings.
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I have joked in the past about sibling rivalry and jealousy. Sometimes it is so subtle that you do not even really notice it, like when my husband would hug and kiss me good bye. Tater would run up and wrap himself around my leg or wiggle between us to get in on the love fest. Other than that, it never really dawned on him to be jealous, even when a strange kid would end up plopping in my lap at the library to read a story.
If there is one thing that goes hand in hand with raising three sons, aside from the dire need for soap and water, is balls. My oldest son, Tater, showed the most basic of gender differences the first time he went to the hardware store with me. He was in awe! His little face just beamed, as if to say, I have found what I love!