Sunday, February 12, 2012

Grammy's for all

Yes, it is Grammy Sunday.  Most people don't give a rat's about the RIAA's week of awards, most of which are never seen or cared about outside of the bowels of the shrinking music industry.  That being said, we all have our Grammy's.  They may not be physical awards given to us by an academy of esteemed know-it-alls or masters in our trade.  No, our Grammy's our the little things that make us proud of who we are, what we do and what we have taught to others.  While we may not have a shiny piece of metal (or probably plastic by now because its cheaper), we do have our pride.  Take pride in what you do.  Take pride in how you raise your offspring.  Take pride in your surroundings.  No award can match that feeling.  Sure its nice to hear "You did a good job with such and such." but YOU know you did a good job.  You don't need anyone to tell you.

Enough about the music industry and the parenting analogy.  Time to bring it down a notch or two.  Today I was holding Cali and she politely told me she had "Boogers" and proceeded to put her finger in my ear.   Yes, I had  two year old's nose goblins in my ear.  I am so proud.  That's my Grammy!

1 comment:

  1. His other Grammy of the day is finding the singing stuffed frog that was misplaced yesterday. It was wrapped in a blanket, at the bottom of the shoe closet. Right where it belonged.