THE Mommy
Softball tryouts begin tonight. My life is about to get Crazy for the next 10 weeks. Yep, that’s with a capital C.
I love high school softball. I especially love coaching at my old high school. It was so rewarding to help win the first softball state championship in the history of the school last season. We won on a Saturday, the day before graduation. They would typically have a pep rally in the team’s honor, but in light of the timing, they invited us to march into graduation and present the plaque to the school on stage, in front of thousands of students, friends and family.
It was an awesome experience. Something I will never forget. While we were waiting for the ceremony to start, I remember hearing the chorus warm up singing the Rent song, Seasons of Love. They had amazing voices and it despite being a non-sentimental person, it brought tears to my eyes. Still does. Interesting how hearing a song can take you back in time.
SO, we heard Seasons of Love in the car on the way to school this morning. Princess asked me what it was about. She’s my little diva, very into singing. I told her that it talks about ways to measure one year…like all the days between her 5th birthday and her 6th birthday. There are 525,600 minutes.
Princess: I love this song, Mommy.
Me too, bug.
Princess: This reminds you of softball, doesn’t it, Mommy?
Yes, that was a very special day for Mommy and her girls.
Princess: And softball starts again tonight. It’s been a whole year. Just like the song.
Yes, it has. You’re a smart little cookie.
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How do you measure a year?
In poopie diapers, in teeth cut, in clothes outgrown, in cold cups of coffee, in inches, in new words…
Reader Comments (1)
Oh, Lord. How do I measure a year? 365 mugs of coffee, 1,460 naps, countless kisses from my kids.
Great post, hon!