The Miss Elaine-ous Life

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Spectator

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Everywhere I look there are parents and kids. Many of the kids are dressed in blue or white, socks up to their knees.

The grass is still very green and the sun is so high up in the blue, cloudless sky. I can feel it on my face, burning.
One stream of sweat has formed enough to drip down my back. It sticks my shirt to my skin.

I find a shady spot under a lone tree to watch the game, all around me the sounds of cheering and talking and children.  My children.

I watch from across the field as my son sits on the bench, I holler for his other teammates in support of their efforts.

But then he is on the field and I feel the same rush I did when I was out there myself. I watch him with my adrenalin pumping and I call his name, telling him to “go”, “run”, “keep after it”.

All the sudden I am in my father’s head, watching me, some 25 years ago.

I cheer louder as he hustles on the field, passing to his friends, almost scoring a goal.

So close.

It does not matter that he did not make it. I am still so proud. 

Tim walks up and says, “Look at him out there! He’s really hustling! Who would have thought?”

I would have.

I would have thought.

I am caught in the moment, extremely happy for my son and all that he has learned and practiced.

Elated to see the big smile on his face and the high fives exchanged on the sidelines.

So, so happy.


p.s. for any of those wondering from my post LAST Monday, Little G did get back on the soccer field this weekend and played pretty well.  Meaning he did not walk off the field crying.  Progress. 🙂 This post however, is about my older son, Ben, and how good he’s getting at soccer and how proud I am. 

Comments

  1. Isn’t it sometimes amazing how watching our own kidlets charge ahead can send us soaring back in time? I think so. It’s logical, but still amazes me. :>

  4. Isn’t it amazing to watch our kids get out there on the field? I sit at my son’s games with my heart beating so fast and adrenaline pumping through me.

  5. My oldest hasn’t really gotten into sports yet but I’m sure when she does I will be out there cheering for her and proud of her efforts just like you are with your son.

  8. Beautifully written – and that rush of seeing your kid out on that field – full of youth and hopeful energy and how it makes you think of your own youth, and how your father felt cheering you on – just gorgeous.

    -xo

  16. Nothing gives me greater joy than watching my children live their lives and just do things – the kinds of things that you’ve described here. It just fills me up. Motherhood can be a truly magical place can’t it?