Hence, miniature golf. What I realized as we played is that I love the fact that our boys do not know that this is supposed to be a competition. They LOVE trying to get their balls in the hole, no matter how many strokes it takes. Jake keeps hitting and hitting until he gets it in, then pumps his arm and cheers for himself. Yes, every time. Tyler hits once, then chases the ball, picks it up and takes it near the hole and sets it down to try to hit it in. No, he doesn't place it IN the hole (and gets upset if it accidentally rolls in) because he knows he's supposed to hit it in. What funny boys.

Greg and I are both extremely competitive. Could this be why Jake cries whenever he loses a game of Sorry!? Our poor boy has a rough road ahead, game-wise. So thank goodness for these sweet two and four year old days, where no one knows it's a competition, and everyone has a ball.

I'm thankful that we've chosen not to emphasize the winning and the losing of most activities we encounter. There will be plenty of time for that later. For now, our boys will cheer for themselves and keep on swinging and enjoy the journey itself, not just the destination.