How the Seattle Seahawks Encourage My Parenting


Sundays in these parts let off a glow of the television as Papa watches his team, and invites his family of girls to join in on the festivities.  He talks about his love affair with Seahawks through thick and thin, notably the thin times as a teenager into his 20s.  In the early years of marriage, he spoke with hope for his team to make it to the playoffs.  Only to be sadly disappointed from one too many losses.  

"A Seahawk fan knows let down," he would say.  

Like a young boy building up courage to ask the girl he adores to go to the dance.  She smiles, talks with him giving him a glimmer of hope, only to decline.  This was the theme song to Ben's heart for decades.  The glimmer shone in 2006 as they battled the Steelers at the Superbowl.  Crushed again.  

As the team progressed, Pete Carroll became head coach, this team began to change.  The 12th man grew in momentum in likes of Seattle reaching to Bellingham to Spokane to other states.  This Arizonian girl began to believe a bit more in this 12th man comradery, which seemed to bond the most unlikely individuals (those of opposing political to religious beliefs).  It grew and grew with the ever present rain until a beast, the best kind possible, would birth forth.  And men, like my husband, would witness for the first time his team winning the Super Bowl.  


Now, there are many naysayers out there about money going into sporting events, players getting paid quite lushly, and the "what's the point of this."  However, I would object by saying it was their game against the Packers on January 18th, which brought my understanding and appreciation of the Seattle Seahawks to a whole new level.  

By nature, I'm more emotional and loud, while Ben is more steady and demure.  This translates to me shouting, "OH c'mon!!  Ben, this is stressing me out, they're not gonna win."  Meanwhile, Ben calmly says, "They're a 2nd half team Kamille.  There is always a chance."  Much like old Harry saying, "So you're saying there's a chance." I could not see any chance, while Ben never lost faith.  I saw Wilson get intercepted, Kearse miss catches, and a time clock (2:30) and scoreboard, which boasted the Packers favor.  After watching the game (Seahawks-Packers), I quickly became a believer in persistence, running the race till the finish and how later that night as I put my V to bed how it would be the source to encourage my girl.

She told me how she felt like she would never accomplish certain academic tasks, or succeed in specific areas of her life.  All she saw was defeat.  Like many a mamas before me, and beside me and after me, we see this space as holy ground where God gives us moments to speak his words into our children's lives.  And so I prayed something like this:

Jesus, Thank you for V.  Thank you for her life, for making her, for calling her into existence and knowing her.  Thank you for knowing the things, which are hard for her even before she knew them.  And still, thank you that you made her for a special purpose.  Jesus, I think of the Seahawks today and how they never gave up.  Russell Wilson would make lots of mistakes, and he didn't let it define him or cause him to stop fighting.  He persevered, you know persevere Veronica? It means you keep running the race even if you fall lots of times.  Russell Wilson did just that, he kept running the race.  It's not about how many times you fail, or fall.  What matters is how you get back up and keep trying.  When reading is difficult, you get to be like Wilson and keep sounding out the words as he kept throwing the ball.  Our worth is not in what we do; but, that we simply are.  Thank you Jesus for giving Veronica a Seahawk spirit, which doesn't let others define her potential.  Thank you for the way you keep believing in her even when the clock says 2:30 minutes and the scoreboard is not in her favor.  

And friends, that's why I have grown to love this team.  It's hearing my V say, "My favorite player is Russell Wilson, because he visits the children at the Children's Hospital."  You can't always teach kindness or perseverance, and I'm pretty sure she didn't learn it from me; rather, a gift God gave her to give to the rest of us.  She makes me believe in the 12th man.     

Bringing Back 80s Birthday Parties


My sweet V had her eighth birthday this month.  She had been speaking of a Mickey Mouse birthday party for well over five months.  One of her ideas included a Mickey Mouse birthday cake.  I already knew I was not going to buy a "use only once $30 cake pan."  Instead, I would be creating my own copy of Mickey Mouse using my rather less than perfect copying skills.  

In my attempt to avoid using artificial dyes with ADHD issues, I used leftover ganache in my fridge to draw Mickey and color his skin.  I used turmeric for his shoes, and cherry jam for his shorts.  It created a bit more of a challenge needless to say.   

After I finished drawing and filling out Mickey, I laughed at this image which lay before me.  His head was a bit larger than the rest of his body with a sinister look on his face.  The image in my brain didn't quite transfer onto the frosted brownies.  Still, in making these brownies and decorating it with Mickey made me think of my sixth birthday party.  

My cake was white with pink frosting and sprinkles everywhere.  Deliberately, I placed my Strawberry Shortcake figurines on the pink frosting to replicate my version of a store made Strawberry Shortcake cake.  We played charades, ran around the house and opened presents.  There weren't any party favors, or fancy decorations.  I had a blast.  

Birthday parties of old remind me when life wasn't overcomplicated.  Maybe it's because I was a carefree kid; yet,  as a mama in an age of social media I often feel a struggle between two worlds of birthday parties.  

One faces a time when all cakes were in a 9x13 pan accompanied by a scoop of ice cream, when food allergies & sensitivities were scarce, and kids played outside a lot.  Back to a time when decorations were scarce and party favors were a treat, not obligatory.

The other faces the current time where Pinterest showcases a world we feel we need to buy into.  Where a birthday party is successful when the streamers, balloons, opulent cake pops constructed with matching party favors, and thank you notes already written handed to guests on the way out.  The world where money has no bounds it would seem.  

Can I ask---where did this world come from?  Does it buy more joy?  Does it buy happiness?  How did perfection get misconstrued as beauty?  

When I woke up on the morning of V's birthday party, groggy and in desperate need of coffee, I got plummeted by THE BIGGEST HUG and a "Thank you Mama for making the best Mickey cake! I love it!" 

As I went to bed the night before thinking, "Oh I wish I could have done a better job," I was met with gratitude from one of my biggest fans.  

Mamas, can we bring back birthday parties of the 80s, or whatever that means to you? 

Let's pull out our 9x13 pans, leaving the cake in the pan to serve (as if there was ever another option).                 Let's serve a scoop of ice cream to accompany it.  Let's play charades, or pin the tail on Mickey or some other ridiculous game kids love.  Let's get rid of feeling we have to give party favors out.  Let's ignore what Pinterest, Martha Stewart or some blogger showcases as "normal."  Let's not spend our time replicating perfection for perfection sake. Rather, let's embrace simplicity at its core. One where we aren't dipping into savings for a birthday memory. One where our kids are introduced to a carefree childhood of friends singing "Happy Birthday" as candles flicker in that ole glass Pyrex pan, and a simple "Thank you for coming to my party," is sufficient party favors. 

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Kamille Scellick

Kamille Scellick passionately believes that gathering around the table is where the body, mind & soul will be nourished. It's around the table where you're sure to find her on any given day...eating, talking, listening & sharing life with her husband, Ben & three girls.

My Table's Prayer (Grace Table)


I stare from across the table wondering when dinner will be done just to clean up the mess. “Use your napkin..and your fork too! Manners please! We chew with our mouths closed. Oh no, I’ll get it. Preese, Preesy, PREESY, we are eating dinner, would you like to eat dinner with the family or go to your crib?”

Exhausted. Drained. Lukewarm. Up & down, up & down. (Read the rest over at Grace Table)

Kamille Scellick

Kamille Scellick passionately believes that gathering around the table is where the body, mind & soul will be nourished. It's around the table where you're sure to find her on any given day...eating, talking, listening & sharing life with her husband, Ben & three girls.