Where Has The Time Gone?
My kids are growing up too fast. Our weekends used to be spent rushing from one sporting event to another. We still do that, but not nearly as often. Case in point, my son’s football games are on Thursday and Friday nights now, so Saturday is free. My daughter isn’t doing a sport this fall and therefore our Saturday and Sundays are wide open.
I know. I’m as shocked as anyone would be. My husband thinks I’m crazy, but I can’t stand passing ballparks and football fields where scores of little kids and their frazzled parents convene knowing we don’t have to be there.
“But we can go to Athens and see the Dawgs play,” my husband says. Well, yes, we can and we do. But it’s not the same.
“We can go to the lake, get stuff done around the house, do whatever we want,” he continues. But I’m still not convinced.
When my oldest was three, I scoured our area for organized sports that he could participate in and found one not too far from our house. I bought us all Yankee t-shirts (even though I can’t stand the Yankees) because that was the team he was on. That long ago season seems like just yesterday and I can’t believe we are phasing out of that part of our lives already.
Yes, there will be baseball and lacrosse in the spring and we’ll be back out there again (thank goodness), but for now, on these beautiful fall weekends, I’m feeling melancholy.
Am I crazy??