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Jul
30
2013

Dirty, stinky, rotten, bruised kids

in Life Lessons, Parenting, Random Musings

muddy shoesSeveral times over the last few days I’ve realized that my kids stink. I’m not talking about in attitude, I mean in the kind of B.O. and foot odor that make me roll down the truck windows in the middle of a Texas summer. But you know what? I love it.


On Saturday we went to my sister-in-law’s house for dinner and backyard baseball. My three built a dirt path for their Hot Wheels complete with a hand-dug lake for them to jump over.

An hour into their playtime I was informed that my kids were getting a little muddy and where most moms would fuss about their lack of a change of clothes, I smiled.

Before long, my oldest fell off the top of a fence and bruised her side, my youngest had scrapes up his legs from climbing a tree in his shorts, a couple of kids were being drug across the yard by a big dog on a leash, and my middle child was glistening with sweat from running the bases with all of his heart.

Right before the kids passed out in the backseat on the 2-hour drive home, shoes were thrown on the floorboard and the truck wreaked immediately. Once I found the culprit, I locked the shoes inside the bag and disguised the feet themselves with some fresh air. As disgusting as it was, I have to admit that it reminded me of how awesome the day was.

And sticker burrs too…

Then yesterday we went on a hike in a local park, fed the ducks, and searched the woods for a Geocache. My kids and I were covered with fuzzy burrs from some allergy-inducing bush, and I won’t be surprised if morning’s light reveals a new round of red bug bites. The kids fussed for a minute but they quickly remembered back to some of our wilderness experiences while camping, and they knew that precise moment was another story-in-the-making.

Bruises and scratches are badges of honor

I look at scars, bruises and scrapes the same way I do sweaty feet at the end of a big day–they evidence that you did something today. My daughter used to come home from school upset about every scratch. She believed they evidenced her clumsiness.  While I often feel like an elephant on ice myself, I also know that no one has ever gotten bruised knees from sitting in front of the TV. Every scrape and bruise has a story behind it! Odor comes from building memories.

Granted too much body odor is a problem, but I think we as a society have gotten our kids so caught up in cleanliness and germ prevention that we’ve forgotten just how fun it is to splash in a river or make mud pies.

When was the last time you had a good, messy, smelly, yucky good time?

 


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