The things we do for love
Friday, August 11, 2017
Last night the hub and I were soaked through our clothes and dripping wet when we got home - the consequence of watching our soccer kid's game in a violent torrential rain that the referee mercifully ended early with the arrival of thunder and lightning. We huddled under our one umbrella - my arm wrapped around the hub as he trained his camcorder on the field, since he's volunteered to capture all the games for the coach.
But it was so very worth it. It's the kid's first game in about 18 months - took her over a year to fully rehab from surgery after destroying the ACL in her right knee in her last soccer game. And she was brilliant, even in the pouring rain.
(warning: gushing parent alert) One goal, three assists, and so many gorgeous touches. She has a new coach who recognizes she's the only effective attacking mid-fielder he's got and played her for the entire game except for a single 2-minute water break. She had teammates subbed on and off all around her throughout the game, but she was in it nearly the entire time, making all sorts of brilliant passes. My hungry, deprived soccer mom heart grew three sizes during the game, and then a few sizes more during dinner as the kid grinned her way through long descriptions of game highlights. She is beyond happy, and I am beyond thrilled for her - it's been a very long wait and lots of hard work for her to get back to strength. This is her last high school season, and I feel that every game will be a treasured memory for her.
Our college kid is home for 6 more nights, before he's off again. A few more dinners to cook for him; a few more nights to tickle and hug and smooch and tease. Last night we sat together as I gave him a consumer finance tutorial refresher. He had questions; I explained options. I love the young adult he's turned into - but it's bittersweet; the little boy is gone forever. These growing pains sometimes feel more real for the parent than for the kid!