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Walking 2.6 miles with 3 kids wasn’t super fun. But we handled it okay until the freezing rain started. But we knew we weren’t going to be able to walk all the way back because, by the time we were ready to go, the rain was heavier. 

Fortunately, the museum helpdesk guy was super helpful with directions to the nearest metro.
Unfortunately, everyone was hungry.
Fortunately, there was an ice cream truck that sold soft pretzels right outside.
Unfortunately, they were “$3.00”
Fortunately, the kids agreed to share one.
Unfortunately, when we told the man we wanted one, he said “One? They are $4.00”
Fortunately, it had been a long day and I just said “Hey!” because I thought he was joking, so he sold it to us for $3.00.
Unfortunately, the kids were ravenous and sharing wasn’t as fair as it could have been.

Fortunately, it was raining so hard that everyone just forgot about the pretzel and worked on trying to find the metro station.
Unfortunately, only one of us had our metro card from our last trip, so we had to buy 4 more.
Fortunately, we were able to get one of the machines to finally work.
Unfortunately, our favorite station manager from last year wasn’t there to help us find our way.
Fortunately, we figured out which train to board as it was pulling up.
Unfortunately, my phone was dying as we reached our destination and we still didn’t know where to have dinner.
Fortunately, Whole Foods was a dry place to sit and try to figure it out.
Unfortunately, everyone was hangry by then.

Fortunately, we found an Italian place just 4 minutes away and they happened to keep refilling our fresh rolls.
Unfortunately, that means I ate a lot of bread.
Fortunately, there was an ice cream & cookie place across the way.
Unfortunately, they had vegan chocolate chip cookies so I had one.
Fortunately, there was ice cream for the boys
Unfortunately, the woman asked, “Do you want one cookie or two for your ice cream, and H said “Two.”
Fortunately, the kids watched as she put two giant cookies in a box, and then piled about 5 scoops of ice cream in there.
Unfortunately,  not even ice-cream-loving H could eat that humongous ice cream sandwich.
Fortunately, it was still fun to watch.
Unfortunately, even though the top cookie cracked as she closed the lid so she gave H an extra cookie. . . we knew we were wasting money.
Fortunately, the woman asked “Oh, is this your first time here?” which made us all laugh.

Unfortunately, we still had to walk back in the pouring rain.
Fortunately, we had a nice, warm, clean fancy hotel room to go back to.
Unfortunately, kids like to watch TV and stay up late in hotel rooms.
Fortunately, that’s fine by me (sometimes).
Finally, we went to sleep.

Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

This hotel is a little fancy. I mean, thank you hotwire… but it is a little fancier than we are used to, with the marble floors and all. When we first walked in the kids were all wide-eyed looking at the shiny things and all the well-dressed people.  “Mama! You didn’t tell us to wear tuxedos!”

This morning I took the kids to the indoor saltwater pool downstairs.

As we walked to the elevator – in our Target bathing suits under our old navy clothes, I thought about hotel pools. As a kid on vacation, I would hang out at the pool for as long as I could, and befriend other kids, I guess.  As a parent, I’ve taken kids to hotel pools to fill an hour, a day,  and to try to tire them out when they were little and had slept for a whole car trip. Hotel pools smell of chlorine, have a selection of strangers around and do not have a lifeguard.

This fancy indoor saltwater pool at this fancy hotel didn’t smell of chlorine, but there was a selection of strangers around, and no lifeguard.

Other than the salt water, it was just the same as any other hotel pool, really. We put the towels on a little table, next to our bag, our shoes, our water bottles, my phone.  I watched the kids try to play while a few people were swimming laps, and a set of brothers raced and splashed with their dad. We watched a fancy family walk around with the hotel staff, and I wondered why they were touring the hotel pool in their winter jackets still.

After time in the hot tub and the pool, I told the kids we had just a few minutes left, and they started to get out to start drying off at the side of the pool. We watched a man get out of the pool, walk over and take one of the towels that we had set by our things.

I tried to convince myself that this had nothing to do with the fanciness of the hotel, the entitlement that people might feel. “It must be an honest mistake,” I said, “although my stuff is right next to those towels.” And we laughed a little. We watched him gesture to his sons where they too might get a towel. H started to say something like “Hey! Those are our towels.” But I shushed him. I’d rather us be the kind of people who don’t yell across a pool when someone takes their hotel pool towels.

We dried off in our respective locker rooms and dried our bathing suits in that shakey bathing suit thing. We put our old navy clothes back on and walked to the elevator. A woman and her dog walked up to the elevator and asked if it was okay for them to join us.

“Of course!” We all said. Lucky us, getting to meet a pup in the elevator of a fancy hotel.

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So. March again.

I have forgotten how to write on command like this. Daily.

I searched for slices today, and I wonder if maybe it’s harder now.
There are so many stories each day that aren’t my own to tell.

I walked down the steps, laughing at myself for being scared to fall down the steep steps… scared enough to put my hand on the railing – the one that hundreds of kids’ germy hands have touched.

“A slice!” I think.
Maybe.

I walk out of the building with a teacher I’m getting to know this year, and we chat about our spring break plans, and thank each other for the great work these days.
“Not really a slice.” I think. Although it was a nice chat.

I walk to my car, and realize it is almost pinned in by the car behind it.
I hate backing up so close to another car, but thank goodness for the backup camera.
It’s touch and go. But then, I go.

I search the street as I drive for a little slice of life.

At home, my kids have slices. But they aren’t mine to tell.

So. March again.
This is going to take practice.

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In the car, we talk about quitting karate.  He tells me he doesn’t understand why the karate teachers can’t start from the positive and then help him get better. “Why can’t they say, ‘You are doing that kick great! Now let’s work on this other kick?'”

“Actually,” I say, “You are kinda describing a teaching philosophy where you teach from areas of strength. Jennifer Serravallo says –”

“Is that the one with the dark curly hair that wrote the books you love?”

I just nod. Yep. That’s the one.

“Why do they have to say you are on the test list, or you aren’t on the test list?”

I just shake my head, “I don’t know…”

“I mean, couldn’t they just say, ‘The test is on this day.” Then I’d be motivated. It’s so un-motivating to be told all the things I’m doing wrong. Why would I want to try?”

“You are really motivated by positive feedback.” I say, and he nods his head.

“Can I write about this in my blog?” I ask him.

He wonders why, and I try to explain that I think a lot of kids are motivated by positive feedback. And then I wonder, who isn’t?

I’m lost in thought. A few years ago I deliberately changed my teaching language. I started saying things like “I’ve gathered you today because your work in this is awesome, and you are ready for this next great thing!” When I first started, I thought kids would see right through my language switch. What I didn’t count on was that they saw right through my language switch to the very core of what I was doing —  knowing what they could do, and believing in them. Starting from a strength makes a kid smile, it makes them sit up a little straighter, believing in themselves. In karate, it might make them kick higher, practice more, or even not quit.

“Okay.” He says. “You can write about this.”