Thinking about the future…

I reached my breaking point sometime today…

I’m sad to say, I gave up. Tonight was Rec night at the High School football game and it was the last place I wanted to be.

I was tired.

I had a headache.

I really just wanted to curl up on the couch and do nothing but wallow in self pity.

But the kids were excited and I was not going to let them down. We were going to walk across the field and be recognized and then we were going to sit in the stands and root for our boys. And watch the cheerleaders. We were going to have fun.

And fun we had.

We had some gold spray paint left over from Sam’s latest school project. At some point in time today they both painted their old sneakers gold. I was not going to let them wear them at first. But the more I thought about it, they were showing their pride for their colors. (Both the High School and the Rec colors are Blue and Gold.)

Then Samara came to me and asked me to paint her face. I put a big HV on one cheek and a football on the other cheek. I was pretty impressed with myself.

The kids were excited and the closer we got to the ball field, the more excited I got.

Knowing that once the game started the kids would want to wander off with their friends, I did invite my friend to go with me.

And that’s just what happened. The kids teamed up with their friends and off they went to watch the high schoolers. They were in awe… Sam of the cheerleaders and Matthew of the football players. You could see the admiration in their eyes. They were loving every minute of it and I was too.

And then I started thinking about how in a few years there’s a distinct possibility that I’ll be at these games watching my children. And how proud I would be to travel all over the place to cheer them on. And I smiled. How exciting will that be?

As we walked the million miles back to the car tonight, and the kids were overflowing with excitement and telling me all about their views on the cheerleaders and football players, my heart was happy. Everything that went wrong this week was gone temporarily and I was with the kids and we were happy.

We collectively decided that we were going to all the home games that we could. The next game is homecoming. And they are excited. And so am I.

Not just about the homecoming game, but about what the future holds for my kids.

Because, I gotta tell ya…. these are good times… And for a moment, all is right in the world…

Until next time…

Heather