The Tale of Two Shawls

Ivy finally got her wish. I am writing a story that has nothing to do with me or construction. Yep, even though I am the writer of these stories I will not be included in this story in any way. Gosh, that makes me sad.

This is a story about Ivy. Ivy was born in the era of the participation ribbon. You know the time. When we gave every kid on the team a ribbon for just being on the team. We didn’t want one kid to feel bad because some other kid/s actually did better. Everyone got identical ribbons..(Oh-Oh, I just got semi-political and lost some readers.) Well, some stopped reading when they found out it wasn’t about me.

As a child, Ivy liked the interaction, the competition, not so much. As a parent, that was OK. Ivy’s brother would compete in everything. From playing baseball, to video games and eating salsa, Alex wanted to be the best.

Ivy played youth sports. She played because friends played them. She enjoyed playing, it was the winning that wasn’t important. She