Sunday, March 13, 2016
I have been sitting my at a lot of games this weekend. My daughter is playing basketball and softball right now. She loves playing ball. Athletics is her "thing" and this is where she shines. Even though we are constantly on the move, I love watching her compete. Sports were a big part of my life, too. I totally understand how she feels when your team hits a last second shot or you throw a pitch for a called third strike. Being in the spectator seat is new for me, though. The roller coaster of emotions you experience as a parent is even more incredible than playing in the game. It is so exhilarating to see Peyton, my oldest, make a great play. I love watching her aggressiveness and competitiveness. She is so strong and aware in the game, that I am overflowing with pride as I cheer her and her team on. However, that high of emotions can shift so quickly when she makes a bad play or throws the ball away. I feel every little bit of pressure resting on her shoulders, as she gets put on the mound to face a batter with 2 outs and bases loaded. She has to dig deep, focus and put it altogether in front of a crowd at the most crucial point of a game. I feel her pain as I wipe the tears from a loss and share a hug in celebration of a win. I guess what I didn't expect as a parent, was how you could want something twice as much for your child as you ever did for yourself. I didn't anticipate the feeling of not being able to "help" your child during a game, knowing they have to "fly" on their own, even if they fall down a few times first. Finally, I didn't realize the amazing amount of pride you feel in your child's accomplishments. What a bond I get to make with Peyton by being her biggest fan.