Sunday, June 23, 2013


On Wednesday nights I often play basketball with some women at the church.  I spend a lot of time apologizing for crashing into people.  Formerly an anti-athelete, I'm not sure whether this is proper protocol. Can they tell that I'm only crashing into them due to clumsiness and not because I'm an aggressive player?  I mean, they foul in the NBA and it's not because they are a bunch of bumbling klutzes.  If they apologize they never show it on TV.  The more experienced players on Wednesday nights apologize less.  Is this due to their being aware of what's appropriate, or because they are not as incompetent?  At the end of one of these evenings two of the women expressed embarrassment and apologized for being sweaty.


Yes, at the end of full-court four-on-four they thought being sweaty was uncalled for.  This, I know enough about exercise to say, was ridiculous.  At the end of an hour of vigorous exercise, one should be sweating.  There are some things we as women spend far too much time being embarrassed about and apologizing for.  And thus I am compiling a list for myself of things that I will not apologize for.  I think they are reasonable parts of my reality and should not induce embarrassment.  So far I have:

  • Sweating while working out.
  • Having a home that looks like people live in it.
  • Having a body that belongs to a mother rather than one that belongs to a teenage girl.
  • Wearing yoga pants all day from time to time.
  • Having my hair in a ponytail.
  • Having evidence of young children on my clothing.  (Cookie smears do not require a wardrobe change.  I'm doing the laundry here, people.)
  • Taking a break during the day, even if this means encouraging a certain small child to watch television for a bit.  
  • Allowing my child to wear his pants backward and his shoes on the wrong feet if he feels like it. 
  • Allowing my children to pick their own clothing.
  • Occasionally serving oatmeal for dinner.  Even when daddy is home.
  • Dancing like a dweeb.
OK, I'm still working on suppressing the embarrassment induced by that last one.  But I aspire to dancing like a dweeb and just enjoying it.  I think that's a reasonable goal for my current reality.


Blogger Leanna said...

love your insight into life. totally agree with it all! the world needs more dancers...dweebs and all...because that is where the fun is at!

9:56 PM  
Blogger Kevin said...

Last week, I went to an African drums concert with Reasor & Elsie. Halfway through the concert, the performers told us that in Africa, drummers have no audience because everyone is dancing. So they asked everyone to stand up while they taught us some of the basic dance moves. I only didn't feel like a dweeb because I was dancing with my children... Having a baby on my hip was my excuse for not being able to dance.

7:58 AM  
Blogger Kristi said...

I have struggled a few times with how concerned I should be about letting kids dress themselves however they want, including tops and bottoms that don't match and pants that are on backwards. I will take your advice and not worry about it. Except maybe on Sundays.

8:01 AM  
Blogger Beth said...

Preach it, Talyn!!

This absolutely made my week.

11:03 AM  
Blogger Mrs.Goates said...

Just as a side note Talyn, you are in Canada, in my experience they apologize for looking at you... Or chewing, or tripping, or any number of things.

5:10 PM  

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