The Good Sports

Welcome to our world for the last 15 years!

Bundled up in blankets on the sidelines watching our kids play sports.

Actually, this was the LAST time we will do this...the LAST game was played LAST night.

Our son graduates from high school in a few weeks.

It started way back when he was born.  When sonny was 3 days old, I was setting up an adorable picture when my husband added a football. 

The kid was about 2 inches larger than the ball, but as an avid athlete, Hubby couldn't wait for our children to start playing sports.

I hated to deflate his excitement, but I couldn't help wondering about the gene mutation that I inherited. I think it's called the "Athletic Alienation" gene which means it alienates any athletic ability from all DNA in my body, and if I try to play sports, I look like an alien.

"I know YOU aren't athletic," Hubby said, "but can't you think of anyone in your family with a little ability?"

"Well, we think one of our early ancestors won a watermelon seed spitting contest, but that hasn't been confirmed.  Then my sister did six somersaults in a row in the second grade...the family still brags about that.  Oh, yah, my mom once carried in 10 of those full plastic grocery bags at the same time.  Of course, she did get a crick in her neck."

"Does this mean Lindsay will never be a cheerleader?"

"Ummm, when I was in the 6th grade, I was eliminated in the first round of cheerleading tryouts," I explained. "Something about me not keeping my legs straight during my cartwheel. The splits gave me a bit of a problem, too. I couldn't get up once I got down. They had to drag the alien off the field.

My husband wanted to hire a genetic specialist to determine if our children inherited this faulty gene, but we waited it out and lo and behold...they didn't!!

 

Soon they were off and running...

and kicking...

BALLS in every size and shape...

They batted and bowled them...

Bounced and whacked them...

And, they won lots of trophies...

Heck, I've never won a trophy in my life!

Some were almost as big as them!

Hubby happily coached...

I worked at the concession stand...

Through all the hills...

The thrills...

and, spills...

We were there...

on the sidelines with all the other parents...

in rain, snow, sleet and hail...

I adored watching my children all these years and love that they inherited Hubby's talent.

A wave of nostalgia engulfed me as I revisited those pictures.

But I did feel a tad relieved LAST night...at the LAST game...

I think I deserve a trophy...

for being a good sport.