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So we have a little secret to share with you. We still want to name our blog The Sand Bucket List. There’s a slight problem though—somebody already owns the domain name and they are willing to sell it—for a price. Maybe someday, we’ll get enough traffic to buy the name.
Today I’m wistfully writing with the sand bucket list name. I hope it’s not too confusing. PLEASE weigh in our comment section on which name you like best: The Peter Pan List or The Sand Bucket List. Really, the pictures are not here to sway you or anything.
A few of my friends and I got together this summer, writing lists of all the things we wanted to do with our kids before they grew up, teaching kids to make foam swords, getting out our puppet show, playing water games—-
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I had meant well. Really I had. But I was a busy mom of five kids and I was dealing with school meetings, doctor’s appointments, wedding receptions, Costco trips, homework, piano lessons, etc., etc.
So when I saw the play dough, the puppet theater, and the sand, I felt angry, resentful, and just a wee bit like a failure. We had gotten all of these things out to enjoy with our kids—to give them a proper childhood (who needs video games?) and perhaps to give us a second chance at our own.
But how could I think about getting into that sand when I didn’t even have time to practice piano with my kids, when clean underwear was becoming a precious commodity, and no one had seen a vegetable for days?
The sand bucket idea seemed frivolous and irrelevant. I felt like I was trying to say afloat in a life raft while dreaming of a cruise ship.
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But still deep within me there was something more I wanted for my family. What was it really, really that I wanted with my kids?