Having college boys is fun. (Yes, I know. I have lamented the empty nest syndrome more than once in my space here.) I find myself sharing little pithy nuggets of momlove via chats, whether in person, on the phone, or text message. My drops of wisdom make me smile, regardless of how they receive them.
Texting makes my list of joys. Being able to communicate with them on any level is a joy. If a boy is in the library studying, he can “talk” via text. If a boy does not want his buddies to know that he’s chatting with his mommy (frankly, I don’t think my guys gives a rip there), no one knows with whom a person is texting.
I just got back from a visit with BoyWonder#1 and I loved seeing his maturity and his appreciation. He’s a smart kid and I want to see him mature into a wise man. (He can be a wise guy, no doubt about that.) I love our conversations and his opinions and how he expresses his outlook.
BoyWonder#2 is also a smart kid and his personality enjoys more sharing of what he has going on day-to-day. I communicate with him daily. His brother finds it sufficient to chat once a week. I respect both.
Younger son received pep talk from me as he was preparing for a presentation. When it was over, he said it could have gone better but it was okay. I replied: You don’t have to be perfect to be good. And there is no such thing as perfect. Smiley face.
That was wisdom learned from Prince Charming when I commented to him after one of my own speaking engagements that I had felt a little off; it could have gone smoother. He informed me that I don’t have to be at my best to be good. I liked that. That has resonated and stuck with me.
My latest batch of cookies may not be my best, but they are still pretty darn good. Every single column I write to you may not be my best, but still have good stuff. Every athlete knows that you may not play your best every game, but it still can be good.
YoungerWonder was feeling okay about his day. He then commented that he was to have his first dodgeball game that night. That brought me joy. His older brother had put the fear of college workload in him so I was delighted that my son had signed up for intramural fun. It is my belief that college is hard work and tons of social fun. I want both my sons to achieve that balance.
I texted him: You are living life right my dear. Work play eat sleep love.
Those five words are my advice for us all. Life is a five-pointed star. Work. Play. Eat. Sleep. Exercise. Those are my five points. The whole star is filled in with love.
Work, eat, sleep are self-explanatory. Exercise is something physical for your body. It may be your play. Play can also be any kind of hobby that may or may not involve physical exertion. Maybe it’s reading a book for pleasure. Writing poetry or journaling. Any kind of artsy, crafty something. Doing anything creative. Travel. Whatever lights you up. Whatever refuels you.
The image of the star works for me. It may not be the best visual I’ve ever come up with it, but it’s good.
Now I think I’ll bake some brownies to send college boys.
(Kelly Epperson Simmons invites you to get her free ebook “7 Steps to Happy Right Now” at www.joybeyondyourdreams.com.)