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Susan Wanderer has worked with families in kids ministry for 20 years, with the last ten years serving as Kids Minister at Mount Ararat Church in Stafford. Susan and her husband Ed reside in Fredericksburg and have three amazing kids who joined their family in 2011 and who fill their days with adventure. Come join the conversation over at 

My Stomping Grounds

On Mother’s Day my incredible teenager gifted me with a long-wanted Fitbit.  Joshua downloaded the app to my phone and set it up for me to begin my journey of counting steps.  Each day I tap my wrist with pure hopefulness and watch the numbers climb.

Last week my hubs and I went on a field trip with our fourth grader to Jamestown. Each Virginian knows this field trip well.  It’s a rite of passage for every elementary school kid in our Commonwealth.

The night prior to the bus leaving I was hopeful to get a maximum number of steps during our time in the land of John Smith and Pocahontas.

As we experienced the colony, the ships, the colonial people, I discovered something: I have developed an Over-Achieving-Arm-Swing. (OAAS)

Throughout all of Jamestown and Yorktown I produced an over-extended arm swing with an obnoxious full range of motion. And due to the OAAS I refused to miss one swing, errrr, I mean step throughout my time with these very active fourth graders.

As we strolled by the canons and colonial dwellings, my sweet hubs would swoop in to hold my hand. You would think I would be completely giddy for a full day of hubby-hand-holding. But if Ed at all grabbed my FitBit arm, I immediately moved to his other side to insure the steps were actually counted on my stepping device. Which actually was a win-win-win. I was able to hold his hand, get my swing in, and gain a few extra swings since I did the quick step to his other side.

Later that evening we arrived home from the field trip and my first grader asked for a walk to the playground.  Of course! On. It. My. Cherub.


As we walked, she insisted on holding my FitBit arm. I pondered the situation and her need for connectedness as well as my need to keep her on the safe side of the road. I then began to swing our arms super high, as if playing some weird let's-see-if-we-can-touch-the-sky-game.

She bought it and in a few steps my arm buzzed with fireworks from the 10,000-step-delight. The OAAS was worth it!

So, all you FitBit Over-Achieving-Arm-Swingers Unite!

Onward to more steps & opposite hand-holds of our hubs and kids!



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