'MMOG' Champion

Simmy woke up thinking about reputation.
The evening before they had joined in with a young couple and another young Mom whose husband was babysitting the kids at home. As it turned out these three were already a 'small group' and Sam and Simmy wouldn't have much to contribute in the way of parenting advice because these very young couples were still so innocent. Their problems were so innocent.
It was kind of nice to just sit and be allowed to listen to them talk about things that were so far in the past, they would likely be in the present soon again, if the married children procreated.
Most of the advice that popped into Simmy's mind would likely bring a problem into the 'conflict resolution' stage... but she had offered the solution anyway... "If Grandma and Grandpa keep complaining about your children and their behaviour just tell them... 'I'm really sorry but they always behave for people that they like.'"
Now, Simmy knew that was edgy advice as soon as the innocents' eyes bugged out... but it wasn't more than a few seconds before a smile emerged from the Mom and a whole different perspective was forming in her head... maybe Simmy did have a knack for giving advice... maybe an advice column... yes, that was the answer... let's see, what will I call it?
'MMOG Champions'- Mothering Mothers of God... Oh, I know, World of Warcraft has tried to take that one, but really... that is what mothering is... it's a big world of war where your craft is to negotiate peace... every day. So, don't you gamers send me any emails about being champions... Mothers who are in the game are the champions.
Simmy's mind drifted back to a day of parenting...
The year is 1989
Simmy heads off to Little Valley Park where a now famous BMX jump is located.
In tow,... a 2 1/2 year old, a 4 1/2 year old, and a 7 year old, a stroller, a small bicycle and a BMX bicycle handed down to oldest son from 'Bart the neighbor.'
There were a few neighborhood kids at the park that day so Simmy took the role of 'everyone's parent' and just when she thought things couldn't get more challenging... the BMX boys invited her to try a jump. Feeling so happy to be included and with all the cheering from the testosterone gang... Simmy accepted the challenge.
She got on the bike that oldest son offered her but he seemed more the adult in that moment than she. He whispered, 'Are you sure you want to try this?'
That gave Simmy the courage to scoff at Mr. Cautious and she looked down that hill and shoved off before she could change her mind. It was going alright until... she hit the jump. Boy, did she get a lot of air. She could hear the cheering at the top of the hill even through the sound of her own scream... but then, the BMX bike landed and her bottom, which had been sailing freestyle off the seat, didn't automatically land back on the seat...
No, no, no, no, it landed in between the handlebars and the seat which left her knees dragging on either side of the bike as her arms hung onto the handlebars for dear life.
It wasn't long before she was surrounded by young boys who were asking if she was alright but also cheering, yet, unsure, because Simmy wasn't really celebrating the way they would if they'd got that much air on the jump.
Simmy handed the bike to Mr. Cautious and said, "That's my BMX jump for the day. You go have fun!"
The crowd of rowdy boys was twitching with excitement now... the bar had been set and they were ready for the challenge.
Simmy walked over to the sandbox trying to conceal her horror at the size of the bloody road rash on her knees. She smiled the whole way, refusing to give way to the tears of pain. All the children came to look at her knees saying things like, 'Does it hurt? Wow! Does it really hurt?'
Simmy had managed to let her sons play for a little longer, knees burning, before she announced, 'Time to pack it in for the day, boys."
There was a lot of 'Aww! We want to play some more,' but Simmy was adamant.
Back to the present...
So, to the on-line gamer who asked, 'Is there any specific way to 'grind' guild reputation to hit Honored quickly?...'
I reply... 'Try some reality gaming called 'parenting.' Put in all your effort and you'll hit Honored quickly... then, I may let you be the 'MMOG' (Mothering Mothers of God) Champion of the day.