… slice them up and stick some in your sweet tea.
… ask for tequila and salt.
… give yourself a lemon facial.
… squirt someone in the eye.
… give them to your cat/ baby and put the video on YouTube.
… take them. Don’t waste free food.
… wing ’em right back, and add some more lemons of your own.
Those are just a few of the gems I found when I googled the old adage. Why was I doing that, you ask? Well, the Swigers have had a run of bad mojo as of late, so I was technically doing some parenting research.
Kid A did not get a fancy scholarship that she was really excited about from one of her top college choices. Kid B did not make the varsity soccer team at her high school. Kid D only qualified for the rec baseball team, not the select one. Kid E was dismayed that I eventually sent him back to kindergarten after a couple of days of staying home sick, watching TV, and playing Minecraft. And Kid C is always very sad that no one else in our family busts out into dance moves when her favorite song comes on.
There has actually been quite a bit of disappointment around here, and the mood at our house hasn’t been awesome. And I hate it when my kids are sad. It makes my Mama Bear come out, and it makes me feel icky feelings. I have been trying to deal with them in a healthy, productive way, but all I really want to do is punch people in the face. Instead, I have been taking lots and lots of deep breaths.
But I guess it also gives me and Sheepdog the opportunity to teach these kids some important life lessons. We are trying to teach them lessons about resilience, dignity in defeat, good sportsmanship, and overcoming adversity. Don’t quit. Work hard. Try harder, try again, or even cultivate a different dream. Life isn’t always fair, you are not as important as you think, and – sometimes – things work out better than you imagined they would, just not in the way you expected.
It’s like a motivational poster factory up in here.
One of my favorite pieces of advice came today from Kid B’s travel team soccer coach. First, he told her it was okay to be disappointed. But only for a minute. Then, he said, “No one else will feel sorry for you in sports. Don’t feel sorry for yourself either.” His message was so good that it made me cry in the frozen pancake aisle at Kroger. But I’m sensitive like that. And it was exactly what she needed to hear. She’ll get lots more playing time on J.V. and she will be just fine.
The other kids will be alright, too. Kid A is in the running for another fancy scholarship at another of her top-choice colleges, and she has already been accepted at some really great schools. Sheepdog ended up signing up as head coach of Kid D’s rec baseball team, went to the draft last Sunday, and amassed an awesome team of great kids and parents that will make for a really fun season. Kid E went back to kindergarten on the 100th Day of School and came home with a fancy hat. And Kid C has decided that she doesn’t have a favorite song, but she’s going to keep dancing anyway.
So, even when life gives you lemons… it’s all good.
Wish me luck for tomorrow…