Six With Sticks

by Six Kennedy kids and their parents


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Determined

Today, Elizabeth was accepted into the Bethesda lacrosse fall ball program.  We have also been trying to get her registered into the Catonsville field hockey program.  Field hockey was short coaches, and was turning away players.  I volunteered to coach, but now they don’t want new coaches either.  Clusterfuck.

But that is just an aside.  Elizabeth signing up for more lacrosse just reminds me that I should mention just how determined she is.  I coached Elizabeth in Hero’s summer league this year.  I picked the team based on how well girls played during Tykers in the spring.  In picking the team, and as Elizabeth’s father, I just wasn’t sure how Elizabeth would fare with the other girls.  Boy did she exceed any expectations Marcia and I could have had for her!

Dancing the sideline for a ground ball

She worked as hard as any other girl out there. In fact, most girls complained about being hot or about their positions (I want to play attack, I want to play defense).  They dogged it on ground balls.  Not Elizabeth.  She never quit on any play.  I couldn’t believe just how competitive she was, how she never gave up, and how much she worked to get better every week.  By the last few games of the season, she was running first midfield.  When we needed a few goals, we would put Elizabeth, Mackenzie and Abby out on the field, and they would deliver every time.

Elizabeth on the blocks

Another case in point: swim team.  We signed her up for swim team at the beginning of the summer.  She didn’t know how to swim.  But she worked at it.  When we were at the pool for fun, she would practice her back stroke.  Marcia got her some private lessons.  She practiced.  Her time improved every week!  She worked really hard each and every time, and she was very proud of herself when she would win heats.  She got to the point where she was posting times similar to girls who have been doing swim team for 3 years or so.

Liz works hard at everything she does.  She works hard at school.  She works hard at sports.  She cleans when she is asked to clean.  She goes running with me when I ask her to.  The other day, she learned how to ride a bike, wouldn’t quit til she got it.

Our determined little girl starts 3rd grade in a couple of weeks.  They say the curriculum is a huge step up.  As competitive as she is, and as hard as she works, I don’t think we have anything to worry about.

I do worry sometimes that she pushes herself too hard.  I know I did as a child, and it caused me a lot of stress in my childhood and adolescent years.  I hope that Elizabeth does not burn herself out the way that her father did.  But, hopefully, we will provide a supportive and nurturing family so that she always feels supported.


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Still laxin

Kennedy laxers – a day at the high school

10 years later, I decided to pick up my stick again.  Can’t believe I let it sit dormant for that long.  That’s before any of the kids were born, before Marcia and I were married, before we were engaged even, last time I played was last century, hell last millenium.

It took a couple weeks to get the rust out.  I went out thinking I would play like I used to, that I still could move the way I used to.  I went out there with confidence, but was out of practice.  After a few weeks, I have let the game come to me.  Playing more off ball, I’m still cagey and smart, and get open a ton.  And guys are starting to pass me the ball.

Had a great game tonight.  Scored a couple goals.  Made some nice plays.  No mistakes really.  I was glad that Marcia and the kids got to come watch me play.

I started doing this again because I got so pissed off that I never made anything of myself.  That I never fulfilled the expectations I set for myself when I was younger.  I still have never gotten over the fact that Joe McFadden never played me in high school.  Or that I didn’t make the Under-19 national team (I deserved to be on that team).

The reality is that I never was a great athlete.  I was never the fastest.  Never the strongest.  But I was a great lacrosse player.  I know I was.  I just didn’t have the head for it.  My nerves often got the better of me.  And I took too much advice and pressure from my father, who really didn’t give good advice.

I still have nerves.  I still shit my insides out on game days.  The competition isn’t what it was.  I’m not going up against Doc Dougherty and Quint Kessinich in the goal.  These guys are no namers, many of which went to DIII schools.  But I like this pace.  I like the level of competition.  It suits my slow ass for now.  And I have a chance to redeem myself.

Sure I’m never going to have the chance to be great.  But I am enjoying playing.  And most of all, I am enjoying that Marcia and the kids get to watch me play.  I scored a goal the other night and heard Marcia cheering my name from the bleachers.  Just can’t tell you how that makes me feel.

I’m reading a book about fathers and daughters and sports.  George and Audrey got it for me for my birthday.  I hope that I do right by my kids.  I hope they don’t have the same struggles I had with sports.  Lacrosse got me pretty messed up.  At the same time, it has given me some of my best memories from my youth.

Anyway, we’re in the playoffs and won our first playoff game tonight.  We play again on Thursday.

PS – Maggie painted herself blue tonight.  We called her Smurfette while I was giving her a bath.


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I want ice cream

He’s relentless.  Doesn’t he get tired of hearing himself?  “I want ice cream.  I want ice cream.”  That was what he said tonight the entire time the rest of us were eating birthday cake.  He didn’t get any dessert.

Now we’re sitting in bed.  He is in our bed.  “I’m hungry.  I’m hungry.”  This could go on for another few minutes.  Maybe he’ll wear himself out.  But, we’re not giving in to this behavior.  It actually becomes easier and easier to ignore.  He’s been doing it the entire time I’ve been writing this blog.  Maybe I’ll let him do it a few more minutes before I put him to bed.

“Stop it Whoah!”  Maggie has had enough.  “Stop it, stop it, stop it.  Mom, he not stopping.  He stop!”  “I’m hungry.”   “Shh.  Shh.  Shh.”

Some days it tests your patience to be a parent.  You hope you aren’t being too harsh on them.  “I didn’t get to eat.  I’m hungry.”  He did, in fact, eat.  He had pasta and bread and some salad.  I’m not starving my child.  He just didn’t like the dessert that was served.

He’ll eat a good breakfast in the morning.  Time to put the boy to bed.  “Night, night, Noah, sweet dreams”


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33

33: The immortal number of one Eddie Murray.  The age my mother claimed as her age for nearly a decade.  The street where Memorial Stadium once stood; I spent countless childhood nights waiting on 33rd street for autographs after ball games.  The street that now is across from my workplace, the Eisenhower Library.

Oh yeah, and my age as of today.

That’s right, it’s my birthday.  And I’m celebrating all right.  Marcia made a nice dinner for all of us and baked a cake.  And she bought me a new watch… I haven’t had a watch since before I worked at Duke, been a long time.  I’m so excited!

I can’t really put into words how I felt when I crossed the threshold to my house tonight.  Noah opened the door and wished me a happy birthday with no prompting!  (Then he told me what they got me for my birthday.  I pretended not to hear that last part.)  The watch is really nice.  The best part, I no longer need to take my cell phone out of my pocket to see what time it is, hard to do so inconspicuously.

I had a long day today.  For no particular reason, really, but I was just in a funk.  And was really tired.  So, when I finally arrived at home, it was a real relief.

Tomorrow I have to go back to work again.  Probably another long day.  And a lacrosse game tomorrow night, playoffs.  My nerves will probably get the best of me tomorrow, like they always do on game days, regardless of the level of competition.

But tonight, as I crash on my pillow in a few minutes, all will be right with the world.

I love you, babe, thanks for a great birthday!


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Tiny dancer

Ballerina, you must have seen her, dancing in the sand.

Eden is our tiny dancer.

When it comes time to go to lacrosse, she pitches a fit.  She cries, says she doesn’t want to do it.  For swim practice, she gets bellyaches the night before.  She locks herself in the bathroom at the pool.  Just mention the sliding board, and she goes nuts.

But play a little music, and she is right on queue.  We got her an MP3 player for her birthday, she listens to it and dances.  We watch the credits for most movies so that she can dance to the music.  She even jumps off the couch and starts dancing to some commercials.  She loves Michael Jackson.  So, when we went to Jane’s wedding this past weekend, she was the life of the party.  She was all over the dance floor.  She didn’t even dance with her dad too much, she was dancing with Erin and Uncle Bobby (cuz they actually know how to dance).

She didn’t follow in Elizabeth’s footsteps and play soccer last year.  Instead she chose to do more tap and ballet.  She wants to do more dance again this year.  In this case, I think we need to feed the monkey.  She’s got talent, she’s got sass, and she knows exactly what to do with her body when the music plays.  Boy, am I in trouble when she hits high school, or even middle school.

Who am I kidding, she has a crush on her swim instructor, Brooks.  She blushes when we say his name.


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Thought I’d start a diary

I’ve recently been putting things into perspective.  Thought it would be neat to start a diary to record some of my thoughts.

We just spent a great weekend in Rhode Island.  Jane married Tom this weekend.  It was a great event.  It was a relatively stress-free weekend too, which is kinda crazy considering all the hours we spent in a car.  The kids danced a lot at the wedding!  Elizabeth danced with her godfather and learned some new moves.  Eden already has moves, apparently.  George tells me I’m in deep shit!  Maybe he’s right.

This morning, in bed, Maggie said her name.  I think it’s the first time I’ve ever heard her say Maggie.  I asked her what her brother’s name was.  “Whoah”.  What about your sister, pointing to Eden.  “E-ee”.  So sweet her little voice and she laughed.

I read a really great quote this morning.  “Life is for participating, not spectating.” Got me out of bed wanting to have a great day.  So I took the kids for a run this morning, Elizabeth, Eden and Noah.  Noah made it a block, Eden went about two blocks.  Liz, of course, ran the whole way.

Later I took the kids up to Hillcrest.  This was the first time Elizabeth rode without her training wheels.  One of the moments in life I wish I had a camera, so proud.  “I got past my fear Dad”, she said as she flew by me on the bike.  “I realized it’s not as hard as I thought.”  She got frustrated because she couldn’t make the turn on the short end of the parking lot.  She tried it about 6 times unsuccessfully, and looked like she was going to cry when she ran into the curb and scraped up her leg.  I told her that I guarantee that she’d be able to do it the next time we come up here.  “No”, she said, “I’m going to get it now.”  And she did, on the next try she started a wide turn from all the way to the right of the parking lot and nailed it!

Eden rode her bike the whole time.  She’s gonna kick the training wheels before long.  Noah rode his big wheel all over Hillcrest, with Maggie chasing him.  They got disinterested before too long, and started playing with dirt and rocks.  I didn’t mind, because they all were having fun.

Tomorrow I’ll be 33.  Before we know it, we’ll have a fifth.  Boy?  Girl?  We’ve kept it a surprise.  Marcia has put up with a lot through this pregnancy.  I’m hoping she makes it at least two more weeks so she can get her beach vacation…