Mommy's March Madness
I am not going to pretend that I am one of these moms that is up to speed on college basketball. I have surely spent my share of hours on the side of the court when my kids played, and I understand the game (I am not that lame). However, by osmosis, I do sort of get caught up in the wave of March Madness living with my husband and kids. My daughter attends a Big 10 school and my son will be attending the very same school in the fall (yeh, I know, two in the same place – I will be in heaven).
This week I went to lunch with a considerably younger client. Ok, her kids are 3 and 5 and she is pregnant and my kids are 17 and turning 21. Maybe she is a little more than considerably younger than I am.
Nonetheless, she is a Syracuse grad and I don't believe you are allowed to enter the real world from that school without taking the oath to bleed orange for the rest of your life. She was all but bursting out of her maternity bra over the excitement of the impending college basketball frenzy.
Being the lovely and inclusive woman that she is, she works very hard at making her virtual team always feel as if we are part of her work family. We are invited to holiday parties, share in the kind of camaraderie you would with co-workers in an office and in turn, we have been invited to join in the March Madness office pool. Very nice, right?
Till I wrote her back and said, "No worries, I will just text my son in class."
And she wrote back, "You are going to interrupt his studies to do your picks?!"
I, in turn, replied, "Is that bad?"
Her final response was priceless and proof that she knows me like a book. She said, "Ha, no way! I think it's funny. Assuming it might be the start of a blog post for ya …"
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Article Author: Amy Zimmerman
Amy blogs about the antics and absurdities of everyday life at icouldcrybutidonthavetime.wordpress.com. She also keeps a photo blog, leavingthezipcode.wordpress.com, that encourages living outside the comfort zone.
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