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GO Gracie GO!

     So, I know this kid. Her name is Grace.  She is a very funny kid. Wise beyond her years. Seriously.  Darren and I coached her in soccer a few years ago.  She would sit on the bench and make  us laugh. She was covert in a lot of her humor.  Dry and witty and lovingly cutting!  We grew to love this kid and to love her family too.  It's been a few years since that crazy indoor soccer season.  We still see Gracie once in a while and her family.  And even tho we may not see them much - we would consider them great friends.  Grace has hung up her soccer cleats.  Sports aren't her thing - they are her brothers thing.  Reading, writing - creative stuff is Graces' thing and not only does she like it - she's so good at it. 
     A short while ago I started to blog.  I love blogging - writing about randomness, stories, experiences, thoughts.  It's an outlet that I've craved and so appreciate now.  I saw Grace a couple months back and told her about my blog.  Now this is something Grace would like....and guess what, she did:  to the point that she is now an official blogger and has her own page.
(www.grace-wordnerd.blogspot.com) When I read her blog and saw that she mentioned me as helping her get motivated to write, I was stunned.   Me.  Loudmouthed little Marlea helped her.  I know, some may not think this a deal....but to me, it is.  I cried when I read her blog....because I meant something to her - what I had done....and I may be 36  - but to have a 12 year old think I am ok, was so awesome. 
     I am an enthusiastic person.  I love to share with people - about anything.  Sometimes the filter is clogged and I let out a wee bit too much...but thank goodness people are forgiving!  I want my kids to see my enthusiasm and try to enable them to do and try different things.  I want my kids to see me working hard at a goal and accomplishing it.  I want my kids to see me try different things.  I know, I know, I always order sweet and sour chicken when out for Thai food....some things just can't be changed...but I want my kids to appreciate the new, the scary, the different.  I think outside of the box a lot.  But thinking is one thing, doing is another.  I still struggle with the doing - I think everybody must. 
     Grace is only 12 and is already well ahead to a cool and interesting life because she is, well, first of all, a very cool kid.  But also because she is doing something different.  Challenging her self - against herself.  Putting something out there that is her, only her and I am so proud of her.   I know - you might be thinking, Relax Mar, it's just a blog.  But seriously, for me, it means so much more.  

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  1. Thanks, Mar! Your blog really was the key for me to begin this cool awesome journey. But don't start crying again!

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