Legacy seasons. I remember when our boys were still young, they took a liking to soccer. I was a baseball player so it was a switch for me. But soon they were fully engaged in the sport. And soccer was an 11-month commitment with practices, games and tournaments. Some of those tournaments required travel out of town.
Tournament weekends might mean as many as eight games on a weekend. Those were hectic days between work, practices and travel. We sat on many a sideline as passionate parents willing our teams to outcomes sometimes controlled by a fluke deflection.
But that season ended seemingly almost as quickly as it came. I still remember watching their last games. Wistful. Hard to believe it was all over and wondering what I’d do with my weekends.
Fast forward a few years later, and now with three kids married, we’ve got grandkids. My daughter sent me a text message with an attachment. A soccer schedule for her son Clayton.
Last Saturday I found myself on the sidelines again. Hot, humid, and once again watching soccer. Still passionate but far more patient about the outcome. Resolute and realistic in the good season.
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Published October 9, 2021
Topics: Lessons with Bill