As the holidays grow further and further away, I am coming to terms with the fact that the holiday post will probably never happen. If you are sorely disappointed in this development, let me know and I will succumb to the pressure of cheery Christmas photos for all.
Instead, I have come to realize how lucky a certain disorganized child of mine is and am choosing to post on this fact instead.
G-man is a really good guy. He adores his friends, is generally kind, does well in school, and is liked by many. That said, G-man is one of the most disorganized souls I know. I swear the child would loose his head if it were not attached to his body. I know it sounds cliche but really, I think this is a strong possibility!
With that in mind, when winter arrives with the need for hats, gloves, snow pants, sweatshirts and the like, it can be a challenge for the big G. Although I should clarify, it really isn't a challenge for him because he has no idea where anything is. He knows where it "lives" as I say or in other words, where it should be, but if he has misplaced something without our knowledge, there's not a lot to be done about it. Therefore, it is us, his parents, who find anxiety in the fact that he cannot locate his skiing gloves the morning of ski team. He just gives a shrug and says maybe he left them on the sledding hill. Humph. It's no wonder he never has money in his piggy bank, he constantly has to replace his gloves.
So with this background information, I present you with two little stories that also show what a great little neighborhood community we live in.
The first story involves our "backyard" sledding hill which really isn't in our backyard but links to the wonderful hiking trails behind our house. The boys love to sled on one of the hiking trails back there and have dubbed it "the bobsled run." It is appropriately named as it follows a narrow path that winds down the hill at a fairly steep rate. On this particular day, the boys were sledding with their friends, helmets on heads, as we require, and having a grand old time. (In situations like this, we often loan out ski helmets to friends to ensure safety for all). So boys are sledding, boys are laughing, boys are jumping and crashing, and eventually, all boys return home. At some point, there is a realization that one of G's helmets was left on the hill. Big surprise. I honestly don't even recall how much later this realization came about, it just came. However, being that G's helmet was tagged with his name, he lucked out to find it sitting on his desk at school a few days later. Humph, he (or should I say we)lucked out on that one. Some kind friend clearly found it on their daily hike and knew exactly where to return it. Now that certainly isn't going to teach him any lessons about keeping track of his things. However, I am very thankful to this anonymous soul who found and returned the helmet, I don't want to buy another one!
Story number two involves ski gloves. Big surprise there. We are constantly trying to keep track of his gloves. We typically keep two pairs in stock which translates to having one pair in stock due to one pair usually missing.
During the winter, the boys participate in a little local ski team at our nearby ski resort. It is a blast for them and a blast for us. They get to ski with fun coaches and we get to, well, ski. The environment is a blast, lots of friends and a bar with great pizza for apres ski socializing. A few weeks ago we were engaging in such after ski enjoyment with friends (doubly fun since our kitchen was dysfunctional, but that's another story) when as we returned to the car, we realized that one glove of G's was missing. Again, big surprise since he's been gallivanting all over the mountain with his peps. We went back to the bar, checked our table area, searched the lost and found, and spotlighted the parking lot. No glove. Feeling defeated, we headed home with hopes it would appear in the skiing lost and found before our next ski day. But as only G-man luck would have it...he found it on Monday...AT HIS SCHOOL'S LOST AND FOUND! Let me clarify that there is no real good place to put this child's name in his glove but there it was, at school ready for him to take home. Humph I say again. This child's luck with people returning his belongs to a place he can find them is not assisting in the lesson of personal organization. It is helping my pocketbook however, so thank you to those who are finding and returning our belongings. I love my little community and hope to pass the kindness along to others in one form or another. Maybe now his two sweatshirts and currently missing gloves (oh yes) will turn up soon. Let me know if any of you see em. Description upon request.
