The Importance of a Team.

All photos on this blog are now courtesy of a Nikon D3100 camera that has been gifted to the FullPlateFamily.  I have always used a Nikon camera, but never properly.  Thanks to some really great upgrades and some proper instruction, my pictures are so much more crisp and I can capture my baby’s faces so much better, before they are no longer babies.  For the swim meet today, I used a Nikkor 55-200mm lens.    
I’ve talked a lot lately about the swim team our kids have joined for the last few summers.  ResponsiBoy, Middle-Middle and Giganto have swam on it Fo-Ever, but being a part of something bigger is new to Giggles, ShyGuy and Bubbly.   
Athletics, while something that ShyGuy excels at, can be a challenge for him.  He has two older brothers in Talented & Gifted programs at school.  He watches them excel at things he simply can’t excel at yet because of how far behind he was when he got here, but darn it, give that boy a ball, bat or a competition of some sort and he’s ALL OVER IT.  He’s so determined to win at something.
I admire him for that.  Athletics were, and still are, a huge part of FPD’s and my life.  We always played a sport.  We love playing sports with our kids now, or even just watching them compete.  Saturdays in the summer are reserved for swimming, in the fall we go into soccer mode.  Our girls are crazy amazing dancers and we all enjoy watching them perform as well.  
Being on a team teaches so many wonderful life lessons.  
ShyGuy learned an important one last night.  He was tired, had stayed up way too late the night before and was DONE being parented by me.  So, when I gave him an instruction, bent down at eye level where he could see me (attachment parenting style), he leaned into my face and SCREAMED.  
I lost it y’all.  I told him that if he didn’t IMMEDIATELY get ahold of himself, he would be having NO PART of the swim meet in the morning.  
He absolutely couldn’t calm down.  He screamed, he raged.  He went bat poop crazy y’all.  So, I took away the swim meet.  Done.  You can’t be a team player in this house, well, you don’t get to be a team player outside either.  Instead, you get to stay home, in seclusion, with me and my happy smiling face, as we do chores together.  Ah, I do love a clean house.  
It was deja vu to the days when he had just come home. 
Except, here’s where it’s not.  
About 30 minutes after I took away his one true love… competition, after listening to me explain to him how sad the other boys on his relay would be because he would be letting them down completely, he came to me on his own and decided that instead of ruining it for his friends he would trade me two weeks of video games and his remote control car.  
I had to ask him to repeat it, because I was certain I was having some sort of stress induced auditory hallucination, or maybe he had just screamed me stupid. 
He meant it.  He held out his car and gave it to me.  
I promised to take good care of it, and give it back…in two weeks.  
And here he is, on the starting block earlier today.  Right where he should be, because he’s part of a team.  

People depend on him.

Just like they do in life.

who loves this tiny microcosm of society and all that it is teaching her son.  

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