Maggie just joined our family today. She was a resident of the Oconee County Animal Control, but needed someplace a bit more permanent.
She is part Beagle and part Dachshund… we think. She is a petite little thing, only about 15 pounds. And she seems to really like the boys.
As I write this, she has decided that she wants to hang out under Gail’s desk in her crate… with a bunch of toys. She dragged them out of her toybox and is hoarding them in ‘her room’. She is ready to be a spoiled dog!
As a special Mother’s Day post, I thought I would put up something I wrote last July. Video Sunday (and 101 Cars…) will be posted up just after midnight as a Monday post. So, without further ado…
Mommy…
Something struck me today. And then it just seemed so natural. the more I turn it over, the move applicable it is… Mommies are the ultimate hyper-local experts.
I am a very lucky Dad. Because of my job, I get to spend a lot of time with my kids. With the older one (a whopping 4 years old), we get to go ice skating and to the park and to area attractions. He has gone to the office and he has “helped” me work in a variety of ways.
I know his moods, and can identify most of the tip-offs that a good or bad one is on the way. But not like Mommy…
And then there is the 4 1/2 month old… I’m lost. Mommy knows what is going on by his particular cry. She knows which smiles are poop, and which ones are gas. There is nothing that happens with him that she doesn’t have the inside track on…
Talk about hyper-local…
We aren’t talking about a region, state, city, ZIP code or even a subdivision… we are talking about an expert that knows EVERYTHING about just two people. The Doctor’s chart can’t cover what Mommy knows. Daddy knowledge isn’t as wide or as deep. Even Granny insights place behind the Mommy Expertise.
So, why does it matter?
When one of these little boys is sick, the doctor NEEDS to talk to Mommy. Sure, Dad can shed some insight… but the expert is Mommy.
Let’s think about real estate…
You knew it was coming if you’ve read me before. I always seem to find ways these relate to real estate. This time is no different, although I think I have already left a pretty good map…
But, the biggest point is that even the doctor needs to know the information that the mommy has… Mommy is the ultimate area expert on those kids, and nothing happens that gets past her. If you are buying or selling a home, you need to have the person that knows more about your home and area than anyone else. You need the expert… the person that is connected to the community. The reference.
And yes, Daddies can be the Mommy…
I know I just built up a bunch or goodwill with the mommies… and now I’m going to erode some of it. Being the Mommy isn’t just a biological thing… it is a state of mind. It is a quest for knowledge and insight. It is both a path and destination.
There are a few things that need to be said up front… This is NOT my story. This is the story from someone that was on US Airways Flight #1549 when it went into the Hudson River. The story is that of a friend of a co-worker of my wife… not quite direct, but we had an email conversation before I posted this. There was NO way I was going to put this up without permission. He had emailed it to a few people… and away it went.
Here is the story
Hello, All.
I realize many folks have expressed an interest in hearing (1st hand) the full details of flight 1549…
Those are words I hear from my son on an almost daily basis. He breaks stuff. He isn’t doing it on purpose, but he is also just 4 years old, and he doesn’t know how to take care of his stuff as much as he should.
Honestly, most of the time… I can fix it. I have soldered, welded, glued and snapped pieces back into place as required. But, sometimes that just isn’t the case. Despite a garage full of tools, and the (sometimes I think innate) ability to complete a lot of different types of repairs, I just can’t do it.
Today it was the antenna for a radio controlled car. He broke it off inside the controller. He previously broke the mast further up, and that was also unrepairable, but this time he broke it so that the old one couldn’t be pulled out and a new one installed. It was a cheap car… he’s 4, and I don’t expect it to have a long life… but it still annoyed me.
I keep telling him to watch where he swings the thing… And he keeps saying he has it under control. Clearly not…
So…
As I was standing by the grill cooking dinner tonight, I got to thinking about real estate deals. I’ve had a few go south. I’ve had sellers dig in and refuse to talk with buyers. I’ve had buyers that were less than reasonable about things that came up.
Frankly, I understand. I have been less than reasonable on WAY more than one occasion. I have not wanted to move after “picking my hill to die on.”
As an agent, I always have to work to fix it. Find that common ground. Glue it back together… and if it isn’t going to work anymore, get everyone to Plan B.
See… Parenting DOES teach one about business… ;^ )
Ok, not just for kids, but kids can certainly have a ball there.
To start with there is the giant playground. It was built just a few years ago, and has a bunch of slides, several swings, a few climbing walls as well as a bunch of other toys…
In addition to the kids’ playground, there are tennis courts, a bandshell, playing/gathering field, a walking trail, pavilion and access to the Camp Creek Greenway Trail. The park is located right in the heart of “Olde Town” Lilburn.
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