So…after spending over a decade and hundreds–if not thousands–of miles traipsing all over Texas (and beyond) to watch my sons participate in sports, it all effectively comes to an end tonight–pending a road trip Friday to OK to see the baby play.
Though I WON’T miss getting lost in Crowley or Burleson, trying to find the right Mansfield school, ever Ever going to Mineral Wells, eating gross Taco Bell in OK, or getting up before dawn on Saturdays and getting home past midnight before doing it all again on Sundays, there’s so much I WILL miss.
I’ll miss seeing our sons, collectively, excel. I’ll miss the camaraderie with the parents and friendships I’ve formed. I’ll miss road trips with Cait and making game-day peanut butter-banana sandwiches. I’ll miss being the loudest parent–unless Mamma V is there–and chants of “DEFENSE!!” I’ll miss jumping out of my seat when someone makes an incredible play. I’ll miss using my ninja texting skills to liveBlog the game. I’ll miss grabbing DQ or Sonic on the way home. And I’ll miss witnessing the incredible sportsmanship and character this brotherhood of young men in particular has exhibited game after game after game–since 1st grade.
And I think I’ll miss the post-game raps at home with #3 most of all.
Thanks to all my sons for the many years of excitement you’ve provided me through your participation in football, tennis, even the soccer games, and especially my favorite: basketball. SO MANY WONDERFUL MEMORIES. (Not the least of which is when, after Daniel was dragged down by his jersey in one of his first football games, Pam screamed out at the refs “HEY! THEY CAN’T DO THAT!! FOUL! Or something!”)
(Oh, and thank all of you for not running track.)