I was going to bail on this weeks theme, and then Barry stopped by and prods me into action with the sly comment about 'looking forward to my this week's interpretation'. Argggg!!!! So, I had to dive into my archives for a couple of shots. Nothing to do with my hometown, just my hometown kids, errrr, my kids mostly.
I coached both my kids in soccer when they were ages 6 - 10'ish. Not that I knew much of the game! But I did learn, and once I got started, really enjoyed it. I think my kids enjoyed it too, although at the time, they were always too critical of themselves and of having to be coached by their Dad. My daughter is the pony-tailed one facing away from the camera. I must have had some positive influence cause she still plays in intramural mixed leagues at Missoula.
And don't under-estimate the infuence of taking your kid with you to work. A few years ago I attended a conference in St. Paul, and my son Jason came along for the week. I went to the meetings some, and he hung out at the hotel. I took off a couple of afternoons and we did the touristy things around town, and even did a riverboat tour up and down the Mississippi for a few river miles. We didn't do a lot of things, but it was good bonding time for a Dad and son...even during high school!
Sometimes just letting kids make noise as they did here at a picnic for the Kansas River Festival just might plant a seed for the next great musician. Like Garrison Keilor says, "Nothing you do for children is ever wasted."
Thanks Barry for kicking me into gear!