When scheduling the day for our family, I usually try to keep things somewhat... um... tentative. 'Working with young children is like contending with the sea. Things can change when you least expect it.' I don't know where I first heard the phrase, but it's most certainly true regarding my family. Sometimes, even the most noble and well thought-out plan goes awry when any of the children gets 'napless attitude,' scrapes a knee, struggles with their schoolwork, etc... I've had to reschedule morning meetings when one of my kids has had a bad dream and 'needs Mommy.' Our family has been late to church when a newly potty-trained youngster has a blowout accident minutes before van-loading. But theses are common parenting phenomena, and are by no means unique to us.
Entering my whole family to march in our town's annual parade, however, may be considered a unique activity. We live in beautiful little Gig Harbor, Washington where every year, on the first weekend in June, a Maritime Festival is held. Along with marauding pirates, food vendors of every kind, school band performances, and family events, the main attraction at each year's festival is the grand parade. Boy Scout troupes, gymnastic students, and more pirates join the cheerleaders and high school marching bands that proudly 'float' by the local on-lookers while passing out massive amounts of candy and other fun treats. This year, the Jesse Young for U.S. Congress campaign team (including our 7, 5, 4, and 3 year-old kids) marched along en force! A logistical nightmare to be sure, but amazingly fun time. Jesse's truck has been wrapped with exciting campaign signage. Plan A: The truck would be sandwiched between a huge banner and a fun group of wonderful volunteers doing a choreographed routine with yard signs. A smaller group of friends would distribute fliers to the grown-ups and candy to the children watching the parade. My own kids had loved practicing with the signs at home (and have never been at a lack of energy) so we allowed them to walk/dance with us until they got tired/bored/restless/etc... Then we'd move on to Plan B: The kids would ride in the back of the truck and blow bubbles. Great plan, right? A place for everyone, everyone in their place and a backup plan to boot!
There are times, though, when Plan B falls through, and poor unfortunate Plan C becomes a necessity. For example, riding in the back of the truck was great fun for the kids until they became curious about the sound system. Industrious little Joseph quickly became bored with flag waving and bubble blowing, so he decided to take matters into his own hands by figuring out how to work the sound system. His experimentation was crafty... we thought the system was randomly skipping spots of the music mix, but it was my sneaky button pusher! It wasn't until he discovered the volume control that we figured out what was going on. After that, the boys got to ride inside the truck. Welcome to Plan C! Guess who found the chocolate and candy stash! The subtle beauty of Plan C was happily smeared across Jed's face in a hyper
chocolatey smudge! Meanwhile, the girls were dribbling bubble soap all over the back of the truck. We should have prepared a Plan D.
Campaigning with kids is a tricky business, but I don't think our efforts were wasted. The sign-dancing drill team volunteers had a great time, the kids will never forget it, and Jesse was able to connect with lots of friendly Gig Harbor area voters. Success!
After the parade and subsequent traffic-jammed drive home, we grabbed a quick lunch then hustled out to Mason County. A carnival in Shelton provided an opportunity to meet up with my parents, have a fun outing, and make some new friends. It was like Christmas came early for the kids, who rarely get to go on expensive carnival rides! (It adds up when there's 4!) We partied at the carnival until our feet ached and tummies growled. Surprise #3 for the day was spaghetti and a sleep-over at the Grandparents' House on Spencer Lake.
Ahh, what a day! With the children nestled in their little beds and Jesse working his way through emails on the laptop, I finally dozed on the couch watching funny sitcom reruns. Exhausted, but happy!
Sunday afternoon, following a visit to my parents church, we all went to the Forest Festival Car Show. Outside. In the rain. Oh, as optimistic web-footed Pacific
Northwesterners, we made the most of it! We plopped the boys into the tandem stroller, wrapped them both in a big blanket, gave campaign fliers to the girls, and had a blast! Luci and
Ani are both champion puddle
stompers and take their 'art' very seriously. They took turns passing out fliers saying, "My Daddy is running for Congress. Will you vote for him, please?" and practicing their flying puddle stomp technique. The wonderful folks from the Mason County Republican Party were there with a barbecue vending booth, so we trekked across the show to say hello and have some hot dogs. They are so nice there, always helpful and friendly!
Jesse was outgoing and engaging with people, as always. I'm impressed that wherever we go, people are honestly concerned about what's going on in American politics. Everybody seems to have their own specific issue of concern that gets them fired up. Most often, they just want to be heard, their opinions valued and understood. As Jesse's wife, what I think draws people to him is that he really does care about what's important
to them. He will take the time to listen. My husband has never been a 'politically correct' or pandering type of guy. If he has a difference of opinion with someone, he will hear and respect the opposing position then carefully (diligently with detailed gusto) explain his own view. Intelligence, compassion, genuine interest and gumption... that's my guy!
June 6
th was also our 12
th wedding anniversary! No elaborate gifts or expensive vacations... that's not really our style. We took a
ferris wheel ride together on Saturday night and smooched at the top. Sunday morning we high-
fived our 12 years over breakfast. Spending the weekend together as a family was just the celebration we wanted and needed. Parades, carnivals, and car shows probably wouldn't define many couples' ideas of romance, but as long as we're together... what more could we ask for? 12 years, and every day an adventure! Yeah! Bring on the next 50 or so!