My most favorite quote ever was when she told the other kindergarteners on the team that "we shouldn't use up all our fastness" by running around too much before the game began.
I tried not to wince every time she skipped over and gave me a sloppy wet hug. I tried not to think about laundry, or how many dogs have probably pooped in that exact spot she just face planted on the grass.
I tried to ignore the fact that Thomas was using my umbrella for a broom, and reminded myself how thankful I was that I hadn't had time to shower that morning. That would have been a complete waste.
I really enjoyed seeing how little the kids cared about the rain . . . how it was a novelty, a treat to be completely soaking and filthy and to have their parents cheering them on anyway.
I also try to remind myself of the joy Seth is having every day at recess as he plays soccer on the swampy elementary field when I have to stain-treat the elbows and knees of all his school clothes. His bliss is worth a couple of ruined outfits. I do, however, have a problem with crusty snot stripes on the sleeves.
