The agony of defeat, death, diarrhea, and a deserted island

The D words are popular in our family these days. It began with a little ole swim meet last week.

Hanna was in the meet. It was only her second swim meet and she has only been practicing for a couple of months, but...Hanna just knew she was going to win at least one race. She did not. After the race she looked at me with her big eyes, they were full of tears. This is unusual for her, and broke my heart into little, bitty pieces.  What do you say? We have all felt the pain of Defeat and learned the lesson, but still want to protect our children from any of the pains life lessons teach us. We told her how good she did and how she would improve. We encouraged her to not quit the entire sport after one meet of not winning. We talked her through her pain and she responded by getting back up and practicing, practicing, practicing. Like most things with kids, it is a distant memory for her but etched in her parents hearts forever.

That brings me to Death. The new topic of interest for Will. He is terrified of me dying. I have to say I am sad for him, but thrilled that he actually wants me to be around for a while! We have discussed heaven and how I probably won't die for a long time for lots of reasons and the biggie is...because I eat so healthy! Yep, I'm not ashamed to use his fear of dying to get him to eat good. Currently, he is eating a fruit AND vegetable before any snacks and at dinner. He also seems to have forgotten about death for now.

Which brings me to something I would like to forget...Diarrhea.  Zac has it. I have cleaned it up on my bathroom floor, his bathroom floor and thrown two pair of underwear away. Right now he is naked and running happily to the bathroom every five minutes. I am nurturing sore hands (from cleaning with Clorox) and an upset stomach (so yucky to clean up).

Now you know why I would like to escape to a Deserted island for a few hours if not days!