Simple Thoughts

This evening, the kids helped Adam work outside. They were moving rocks from a pile into a wheelbarrow and then spreading the rocks out in the driveway. Most of the time, Adam was doing the wheelbarrow.  Then Samuel wanted to do it. Adam let him and Samuel did pretty well. Adam had to help him push just a little going up the hill but for the most part, he could do it.  The whole time Samuel was pushing it though, Danielle was right at his heels yelling, "I want to push it, Daddy! Let me push it! I want to push it!" I knew there was no way she would be strong enough, but Adam told her she could do it further up the road.  She kept asking to do it like any three year old would and finally we got to the point in the road where Adam let her try.  She tried. And pushed. And tried some more. That wheelbarrow wouldn't move.  She didn't know how to lift up while pushing and I doubt she was strong enough even if she knew how. She was determined ...

I’ve been thinking a lot about celebrating victories. I may not be talking about the victories you’re thinking about though. No, not victories where the war is won, the movement is finally mastered, or the thing you’ve been worrying about is finally done. I mean the small victories.     It is the most incredible feeling in the world to finally have your kid potty-trained. (I hate potty-training!) However, the random day that your child actually keeps the underwear dry is worthy of celebration, even though you have a feeling tomorrow will be different. In the world of CrossFit, there is what feels like a million different skills to try to master.   It can become overwhelming unless you learn to celebrate even the small victories.   Maybe you’ve been trying to get toe-to-bars for a while but suddenly, your toe gets an half inch away from the bar… Celebrate! Maybe you’re trying to get pull ups and you finally get one pull-up, but the person next to you ...