Rainy days and soccer

Reader be warned: this is yet another one of those “I-can’t-believe-the-blog-was-dark-for-so-long-so-I-will-post-something-anything-just-to-keep-it-alive-in-my-own-mind” stream-of-consciousness sorts of non-posts.

Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.

It’s a rainy Tuesday and I’m about tired of rainy Tuesdays, not to mention rainy Wednesdays and Thursdays and…well, you get the picture. It’s fitting that it’s raining today, on the day my son plays his last soccer game. We’ve had the worst weather this season, only one or two pleasant evenings out of the twenty-plus games he’s played. So of course it’s raining, though I have hopes the rain will quit before the game and senior night festivities.

It’s the end of an era, after a fashion. We’ve been a soccer family ever since my oldest son first took the field when he was four, some 16 years ago now. All four boys played, sometimes all at once, my husband coached, sometimes multiple teams a season, and I watched, hundreds, maybe thousands, of games all total. One by one each of the boys hung up their cleats either by graduating in the case of my oldest son or by pursuing other endeavors in the case of my younger two. My second boy, however, loves the game and has played with great passion and enthusiasm over the years. He’s racked up the accolades too, his club team winning two state championships and advancing to the semifinals in regional play last year.

It’s been quite a ride. And a lot of fun.

And tonight I will turn in my soccer mom badge.

It’s weird.

When my oldest son played his last football game I wrote a sweet and nostalgic post–most definitely not of the off-the-cuff variety you see here–and it was quite moving. I cried as I typed. I wanted to write something similar at the close of my second son’s basketball career just a couple months ago. I know it’s dumb, but I couldn’t find the words, not then. I can’t tonight either. That doesn’t mean the nostalgia isn’t there; it is. It doesn’t mean it’s not bittersweet; it is, more than you know and more than I can tell you.

It means that my heart is full. It means that I am proud and I am sad and I am excited for the future and I am already missing the past. It means that I am cherishing these days, this day, this rainy Tuesday of soccer, because I know the time is fleeting and my boys are growing into men and leaving home. As they should.

And now the sun shines! Yes and amen!

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One thought on “Rainy days and soccer

  1. For a year after my boys finished high school soccer I went to the high school games even though they weren’t playing anymore. :)
    Glad you are enjoying these times…

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