Kids and adults handle situations so differently.
It rained during Thom’s soccer game tonight. It was a cold November rain that I wasn’t expecting. Almost immediately I began to fantasize about getting back to our flat and taking off my wet shoes. I wrapped my scarf tighter around my face so only my eyes were visible.
While I sat on a wobbly chair under the awning, Vinnie and the twins spent the 2.5 hours playing some strange team frog game. I kept hearing Vinnie call for water breaks. I thought it odd since the only kid water bottle was on the soccer sideline. When I mustered the courage to turn around and see what they were doing, I found three kids completely soaked. Water breaks…
Remarkably, the kids held true to their attestment that they weren’t cold and wouldn’t fuss if they became cold. I felt colder just looking at them.