Compliments

It's funny when I think about the kinds of compliments that I used to receive. Compliments that would make me smile and laugh. Feel good compliments.

A couple weeks ago I was hit on in the elevator, on my way up to my office by a random, ghetto-fabulous man (RGF).

RGF - "Daaaaannnggg girrllllll, you got some nice legs."
Me - "Thanks?"
RGF - "You got yoself a hussssbaaand?"
Me - "Yes."
RGF - "He is a luucckky man. Daaaannnngggg."

Ding...the elevator finally arrived to his floor. Finally.

A few years ago, this would have made my day. It would have made me think "still got it". But, it didn't. I felt like changing into sweatpants. I thought "Why is this creeper hitting on me? Are you serious?"

Tonight I am thinking about this while I am sitting at Ryland's hockey practice. For the 2nd time in a week a random person has come up to me and asked me if Ryland is my son. Told me how focused he looked. How he "had it". He looks like a real hockey player. Watch out world. He has the right form, stance, determination...and he is six. 2 people have told me in 7 days that they think Ry is destined to play hockey. He'll kill it. He's different than the other kids. These two people have been around hockey their whole lives...coaches/players. And it makes me proud. Super proud. What a compliment.

I'll take compliments on Ry Guy any day. So awesome to hear genuine compliments. So funny how my life has changed.


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Little Drummer Boy

Ryland saw a movie that has changed his life. School of Rock. For the past two days he has been playing the drums. He gathers up bowls, cake pans etc. And bangs on them for great lengths of time. He is "borrowing" Papa's drum sticks. He has been taking my phone and playing music to drum along with. A few minutes ago he came to inform me that he no longer wanted to listen to the music that I listen to and that he wanted to now listen to Pop's music. "I think it called rock. Can you help me find rock music on this phone?" Uh oh. The tide has turned.

He also brings one of the bowls over to me that he has broken, with the excessive force he thinks drummers should have...with a smile on his face. Me - "Did you break that?". "Yes. (smile)". "Why are you smiling? You think it's funny? Why didn't you come tell me?". "Because I am like Pop now. I listen to rock music and Papa broke the fence when we were playing soccer and he didn't tell you."

Nice.