And So Ends the Day of Supermom…

That’s what Gary said on Twitter in reply to my message… “beat Cave Spring 14-8, beat the mean coach 6-5 in soccer (he cheated)… and taught my youth group… and I’m smiling”

Supermom is a stretch, I think it’s more along the lines of crazy. And short of pulling my kids out of sports, which is NOT an option, it’s nothing that I can control.

Are you lost yet?  I should proably explain.

I went in to today knowing that it would be a crazy evening.  Sam’s game was scheduled at 5:30, Matt’s at 6, but he had to be to the field by 5.  No problem.  I’ll drop Matthew off, take Sam to her game, and by the time Sam’s ended, I could jet across the street and catch the last half of Matt’s game.

Both kids are happy and so is Mama.

But then my youth pastor called to let me know that he was sick and asked that I cover.

Knowing that he could not come and teach and knowing that we were short to begin with and knowing that I’ve been to all the games, so it was okay to miss part of a game, I said yes.

This afternoon, in addition to working, I pulled together a lesson.  One that unbeknownst to me is one that I would encounter later on in the evening.

So I did what I was supposed to do.  I dropped Matthew off at 5.  I took Sam to her game and at halftime, when we were leading 3-1, I left and went over to watch 15 minutes of his game.

We were down 6-0 when I left.  I was worried, but I had to get to church.  I had a group of teenagers waiting on me.  I pulled into the church parking lot on two wheels and parked, well the car was parked but not within the lines that it should’ve been.  After much joking, they quieted down and we began.

My lesson was on running the race, not giving up and not taking short cuts.   Little did I know, while I was teaching that lesson, my co-coach and soccer team were facing that battle.

You might remember during softball, I faced a coach who played by his own rules.  And you might also remember that while he won all the regular season games, my team took him, and his cheating ways, down in the eight year old tournament.

Tonight, at soccer he was the same.  He played by his rules.  His girls were rough.  Sam got punched in the face and hurt her leg and she kept on going.  Another girl was kicked purposely in the goal box while she was holding on to the ball.

She kept on going.

We played a good game.  We played a fair game.  We won.

I wish I would’ve had that example for the youth while I was teaching.

All in all, it was a good night, despite the running around like the proverbial chicken with my head cut off.  But in the end, I know that I did well.

My tweet before I left the house was “it will be a win if I’m still smiling”

As for ending the day of Supermom?

No, it’s just beginning.  And that’s okay.

I supported my children today and influenced (hopefully) the lives of 20 other kids today ranging from 8-16.  That makes this all worth it.

And I’m smiling.

Until next time…