We were at the city pool at a church pool party, and I was complaining about being bored.
He told me to enjoy my time, every minute, because it flew by, and that those were the best days of my life.
Dr. Todd was wrong, though. As good as my Senior year was, it wasn't the best days of my life.
I'm slowly coming to the realization that the best days of my life are right now.
It's taken me a while to realize it... and time really does fly.
And if you blink... well, you've missed it.
And who wants to miss out...
Miss out on middle schoolers whose uniforms were mismatched and whose shorts were so big they had to be doubleknotted? Of tournaments played when we walked in the gym and the other coach said, "I'll take it easy on you" and we went on to win the whole shebang? Of mean little boys trying to act like men?
"I don't know how to coach girls. You yell at them and they cry... and there is so much drama!"
But there was also big sisters for Caleb. Hugs and laughter. Thinking we needed to whip a couple of boyfriends who were treating our girls mean.
Cries of "Don't wake the Bull" and Wallace sleeping on the floor of the bus and "Bates, make him quit touching me!!!"
Memories of a little boy, glasses brand new, peering down at the middle of the gym floor and saying, "Mommy, why is Daddy in the middle of the floor?" (Because that's where he always is. He doesn't believe in a coach's box). Of cars lined up all the way down a bleacher and of little legs hurrying down the steps and sprinting across the floor so he could be in the middle of the huddle to say "1-2-3 team!"
Memories of slip n slides in college dorms and firetrucks and net cutting. Memories of looking in the stands to see girls writing Caleb's spelling words. Too many memories to put into words... so I'll just share a few glimpses...
Coaching is a labor of love. Being a coach's wife, I'd like to think, is even more so... but it's been my honor to do so. I love high school sports... if you go back through my archives you'll see I write about them often. There's a beauty to the game at this age... it's often pure heart and soul. My love won't change, because it's something that has been passed down throughout generations... from my Papaw to my Mom to me.
In closing, as my last post as a coach's wife (for this season of life... who knows what a few years will bring... we've done this break thing and it only lasted a couple of years, but we ARE getting older... but I'll NEVER SAY NEVER because the last time I did we ended up right back in a gym...)
To MY kids... my Owls and Lady Owls and Lady Tigers and Lady Cats...
Thank you for sharing your lives with us. Thank you for loving Caleb. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for tolerating Wallace.
Thank you for smiles and hugs and sometimes tears. Thank you for these memories that I will hold dear in my heart... when Wallace and I are old, sitting at home on our front porch watching the sunset (ok... that will NEVER happen. Wallace can't sit still!) we'll be talking of you. Laughing at memories of practices and games and things you said and did...
Thank you for giving me hope... being around teenagers, while at times full of drama and totally exasperating... also keeps us young.
To all those other kids... kids like Savannah Noe, Natalie Watterson and Hannah Cash from Lee Co., Katie Moore and Shelby Sparks from Leslie, Maci Gibson from Owsley, Whitney Creech from Jenkins, Kayla Rankin from Perry Central, Kristin Waugh from Knott, Lydia, Edith, Haley, and Desiree from Wolfe, Haley Badarack from Riverside... (and, of course, my Kendall Marie... whose Dad has inspired my thinking so much over the last 20 years since he said those words to me as you and Kami and the gang were in the kiddy section...)
too many to name over the years...
Thank you for allowing me to enjoy watching you play basketball. Though I may have cheered against you in tournaments, I will always remember your grace, finesse, hustle, and heart... and you (along with MY GIRLS) just cemented my love for the sport.
Thank you to all of our media who cover the Ladycats with due diligence.
Thank you to our fans, the parents who have shared your kids with us, the band and the cheerleaders...
And to steal from one of my favorite authors, Thank you, God, for these you have given me for this season. May they be as blessed as they have made me feel.