I'm walking down the sidelines in the cold indoor soccer field with my arms crammed full with boots, coats, clothes, my purse and I find a quiet spot on the bleachers. As I'm plopping down this camel load my son calls out to me.
"Mom, did you see my goal?"
Oh no, I was supposed to be watching. I missed his first goal of the game for this session of soccer.
I shout back to him that I'm sorry, I didn't see it and ask the few other moms scattered around if anyone happened to cheer.
Silence. There was no one else there to shout out for him. I was his cheerleader. For the rest of the game I sat with my eyes fixed on the field, craning my neck around spectators that would stop to chat in front of me. I wasn't going to miss another great move if I could help it.
He'd asked me in the van on the way in to town if I'd be cheering for him. Yes, I'll be cheering for my baby boy, I teased as I tossed him back a smile. Moooomm…
I never know with him.
Sometimes, he makes it clear he doesn't want me to cheer 'cause it makes him too nervous, like when he's the pitcher in baseball. But he seemed ok with it when his little mama went wildly running up and down the diamond madly hurrahing for him when he got his first home-run hit.
But, when he was hoping I'd see I let him down.
I know it's just a soccer goal and he's only 8 and there will be many more games and goals.
I also know I need to stay intentional about cheering on my children.
And not just for goals in soccer, but the great things in life.
You know, like the things unseen.
Linking with Five Minute Friday at Lisa-Jo's place. This week the prompt is: See
Officially, the rules are:
2. Link up at Lisa-Jo's and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community...