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| Hyde Park Mural |
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| The Chicago Picasso is an untitled monumental sculpture by Pablo Picasso in Chicago, Illinois. |
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Hyde Park Mural |
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| Boys Playing Catch |
Excited about Spring is an understatement. We’re charged like batteries fresh out the pack! Spring and Summer in Chicago is epic. We’ve waited 7-9 months for 2 – 3 glorious months of sunshine. So you know when the weather breaks – we break. Chicagoans are looking for any and every reason to get outan play.
In the meantime, I’ll be scheduling fun outings with my kids to keep them occupied. Summer is all about the fun. No kid should have to worry about being shot and no parent should have to worry about treating a wounded child. Let’s do all we can to keep our kiddies safe this summer and everyday.
Here are my 5 go to activites for this summer:
Well Well Well – They decided to throw good ole Chicago a bone by hosting the NFL Draft here after 51 years.
Now that I got my snide remark out the way – I’m so excited that the NFL Draft was held in Chicago this year. I’m charged because:
I’m always looking for ways to confirm I’m a good parent. You know good parenting is all about creating memories that stick with our kids long after they hopefully move out our house.
My son noticed the Draft Town posters during a recent trip to Maggie Daley park in downtown Chicago. We had no clue what the heck Draft Town was, so me being the investigator that I am – I Googled it. (Yeah, all great investigators use Google.) On the great wizard of information, also known as Google – I discovered the NFL Draft website listing all the festivities for NFL Draft weekend. #Jackpot
I was a little worried that there would be a hefty cost to participate. Not the case. The fan festival was FREE. The real FREE. Not that it’s free to get in, but you have to pay to participate free. FREE makes mommy very happy 😉
I called up my Woes to see if they were down for some action. Translation: I called my mommy friends to ask if they’d like to participate in the festivities. I switch between professional speech and slang regularly – keep up!
My fabulous friend Chae and her dynamic son Donnie decided to roll with us. The rest is history. The boys kicked field goals, recorded touch down dances, conquered football training courses and threw balls at random people. Everyone that attended the event was in good spirits, which was awesome. It’s always a crap shoot when you’re taking your kids to a massive event with drinking adults.
Fortunately for us – Chicago was on it’s best behavior. I’m sure this will be one of those memories the boys will keep until long after they move out of our houses.
Sincerely,
Good Parent
Just because your dreams are different from what’s popular does not make them any less valuable. Some people want fame, others want big families, many want big bank accounts (I want that too) – some of us want to improve the world. Whatever your mission – Go for it with everything you’ve got, because this one life is all you’ve got to get it.#NeverSettle
Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that ‘twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what’s all this here talking about?
That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain’t I a woman?
I could work as much and eat as much as a man – when I could get it – and bear the lash as well! And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?
Then they talk about this thing in the head; what’s this they call it? [member of audience whispers, “intellect”] That’s it, honey. What’s that got to do with women’s rights or negroes’ rights? If my cup won’t hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn’t you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?
Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wasn’t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.
If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.
Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.