I have thought of this many times when I did things I said I'd never do, like hold a baby while on the toilet (They can get by without me for a minute, can't they? No.) or be the mother of a biter (Only really bad parents have children who bite, I thought.) or yell and dig my nails into the chair during a game for a kid who knows so little about sports he thinks the Buckeyes should play the Bengals (no comment about which team would win).
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The second game wasn't as close but as all those boys continued to play so well and make such good plays, I was overcome with emotion. Fortunately, I also had sunscreen in my eyes to blame for the the occasional dab at the cheeks.
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When they won their third straight game--and the coach pitch championship--you'd have thought we were parents of Olympic Champions. We were whooping and jumping out of our chairs.
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Soon I'll be on to my next never. I said I would never subject myself or anyone else in the family to an eight-hour dance recital for a kid who can't spell ballet--I'm sure I'll eat those words soon too.
Excellent post, Holly, and right on! I just went through our first-ever dance recital. I totally underestimated how anxious I would feel as our daughter's number approached...and just how loudly I would whoop and holler after she did a great job. Could've used that sunscreen excuse, too. I was definitely dabbing my eyes from all the maternal pride. :)
ReplyDeleteAww, congrats to Ryan! Hopefully someday I'll get to see him play!
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