Amazingly Zoë

Mostly I blog about Logan and how life is so different with him. But, I was thinking just the other day about how life is different with all of my kids and for all of my kids. The twins are so different it is hard for people to see they are sisters let alone twins. One is tall, lanky, sports centered, tom-boy, with dark hair and eyes. The other is shorter, stockier, totally girlie girl, pink, sequins, nose in books, overly dramatic all DRAMA fair haired, brown eyed princess.To look at them their only similarities are they have the same shoe size and they are both girls. They sound different, respond differently to the same situations, the really are "the twins that are not" (to coin a phrase from their Pop, my dad)

This past week Zoe has started Softball and was invited to join a private league basketball team. How did that happen??? I'm not sure but knowing her, she is probably making her own scouting phone calls....seriously. Well. not seriously, but seriously!! LOL I told her we could do both but that 2 things will always come before sports. First off your school work has to be completed and you have to keep up your grades, and second (not necessarily in this order) Church. If you have a game or an impromptu practice on Sunday, forget it, they will live without you. She agreed, mostly because she just wants to play I am sure.

Then she comes home with, " I want to join the Art Club." Did I mention she is crazy talented as an artist too? She gets that from my grandfather, great artist, he actually made a very good living off it. OK Zoe when is it? Tuesday at 3:40....mmmm no, sorry, you chose Softball. Holy Moly tantrum she somehow believes that she has special powers and can be doing her homework at home prior to Tuesday night Softball practice AND in Art club. She gets it now, only after my face fell off mid fit and she helped me put it back on. One thing that I am proud I can do is my point across to the kids how they act affects my reaction. :) I am sure I come off as a tyrant sometimes, but mostly, satirical, and well just weird. They enjoy my weirdness.....for now..... at some point, I am certain, my weirdness will...  in their words...."destroy my whole life!"

My Zoë I fear is my brothers child but, God blessed her with me as her mom in stead. I call my brother in sheer panic about basketball and softball and his response is...of course she did. I was stunned I was hoping for some whisp of big brother sports start wisdom and I get "of course she did" What the grrrrrr??? Well, so what do I do??? His response is of course grandiose in nature again with.." you drive her!" My forehead just bounced off the steering wheel... whaaaaat? This coming from the child who played baseball, football, and was in band while my parents toted his hiney around, "drive her" After I hung up and had sufficient time to be appalled, I realized he's right, all I have to do IS drive her! Be there for her, my time is gone, it's her time now. My duty as a parent is to get her to her practices and games and "drive her". I will love her, support her, cheer her on, fill her water bottles, wash her uniforms and "drive her." What better advice could he have given me? Tell me to suck it up and give my life over to sports lords? It was the perfect thing to say, of course it Mark has always been "perfect" at least that's been the game for 40 years :)

My amazing Zoë is flying through life so fast she misses the smell of the roses. She cannot wait to be in middle school so she can do track, volleyball, basketball, AND softball, that she cannot stand it. But, one thing I have learned from my mom (gosh I miss her) and now my brother is....just "drive her." While you are driving you teach the art of being centered around God and church and family. Because in the end with out those things in your life, who or what will "drive her"?