Just like that, we go from the high of winning the world series to the anticipation of a new football season.
The moods in my house flow like a raging river ~ multiple twists, turns, falls and rocks.
This season is filled with anticipation, excitement and a tad bit of anxiety. For the first time in 15 years, my husband is not coaching football.
No more coaches meetings, team parties and money gathering. No more equipment in my garage (or basement, or living room, or kitchen). No more helmets lining my garage. No more dragging of the dummies into the back of the truck three times a week. No more white boards laying all over the living room with a million plays written on them. Well, maybe that part will still be the same.
I'm a bit sad. I loved the preparation for football season. It was so fun to see all of the families of our returning athletes. Hug them. Ask them how their summer was going.
But mostly, I will miss the boys. In a few short weeks of conditioning, I came to know and love the boys my son's both played football with. They gave me a million reasons to smile. 15 ten year old boys ~ pulling pranks, making jokes, working hard, smelling AWFUL. In the end... all of them loving the sport of football.
Tonight kicks off our first official football practice. As parents, we will sit on the sidelines and watch our little guy work hard at the sport he loves. We will cheer him on when he completes a task well. Take mental notes of things he can improve. And embrace our new role as spectators.
It will definitely be different.
Have a great Monday, friends!