It’s football and volleyball season. That means volleyball practices at 6am and football practices until 6pm. That means rushing to and from work to fit in games and practices. It means trying to enjoy all the accomplishments my children make while trying to encourage them to improve and grow. It means dinner is cooked between 7 and 8 at night.
This year I’m coaching my daughter’s volleyball team. It’s been so fun. The girls are excited to be there and most are beginners so they haven’t created bad habits yet! The team is made up of 6th and 7th grade girls. As my husband says – the best part of our game so far is our cheering and our warm up. But, these girls are coming along and will all make excellent volleyball players very soon.
(Yeah, that’s me on the right – shorter than half the players. I’ve had a few people ask me if it bothers me that I’m shorter than these girls. Um, NO! I honestly don’t think about it much and didn’t even notice until I saw this picture.)
Here is my favorite picture so far this season – the formation gets me every time. (Yes, I’m special).
I’m more calm this year with the football thing. Well, I volunteer to run the spirit wear table so I miss 1/2 the game. And, I try not to look when my son is getting hit or hitting people…but I am more calm. HAHA He still is loving it and it’s been a true joy to watch him improve over the past couple years. My favorite part is the comradery that is built in to football. The boys love and protect each other. There is no instance where that doesn’t happen on the team. It’s pretty amazing to watch these boys come together like that. All but six are new – it speaks volumes about their coaches that they enforce that.
(My boy is #30)
So, with coaching and watching and selling spirit wear the subject of how much time it takes to be a parent for an athlete (or a child in drama or band or whatever) has come up. It IS time consuming. It takes hours and hours and hours of our lives to be there to drive, pick up, coach, practice at home, cheer, and just BE there at games. But, you know what? How much time is “too much” to invest in our children? The time they are with us is short. A mere 18 years before they move on to things that will take them away from us. My oldest is a junior. In a year and a half he will be off to college. How could I ever choose to miss these few passing moments? I couldn’t. I can’t imagine not being there for him or experiencing his joys, his letdowns and just his life with him. The same is true for the twins. I want to see them growing and learning. I want to cheer for them when they do well. I want to cheer for them when they need some encouragement!
These are the blessings the Lord has entrusted us with. All too soon they will be grown. Enjoy these fleeting moments. Cheer as loud as you can. Lose your voice by the end of each game. Try to attend every performance, every game – we all know none of us will make every single thing – but do your best! Your kids see you trying and they love you for your efforts.
Motherhood, my friends – embrace it!