My husband and I are planning for friends and food in front of the tv so we can shoot and shout together while
watching the basketball game.
My daughter is studying abroad. She has forgotten that excitement of
screaming and jumping up and down in the den, shouting, “Shoot , oh no, foul.”
I want to call her friends
that are spread on the east and west coast that use to gather in our house for the sports events and say, “Hey, I miss
you. Are you watching the game, tonight?” But I won’t call.
When I talked to her today about the
UCLA/FLORIDA game she said,”Oh, so I need to book my flights for staying longer, mom.”
reminder to plan for experiences together when they are home and forget it when they have flown into a more exotic
time of life, like study abroad.
I guess I was trying to capture the past. She won’t be watching the
basketball tonight. Her junior year in college, abroad, has taken her to a different game.
For some of my
friends, tonight is the pain of knowing the time on the clock is clicking down. It is the last time they will be watching
the game with their kids, which passes them into the terrible other thoughts of THE LAST; birthday , fixing breakfast
and packing lunches, and the lasts that just keep flashing on the screen.
Whether sitting in our
emptiness or clinging to the last feathers, all of us share dreams for our children.
We dreamed before
they were born about playing hide and seek, reading bedtime stories, playing baseball, singing in the car on road trips,
holding onto the handle bars as they learned to bike, swim lessons, first crushes, first dances, first kisses, well,
maybe those were more like nightmares, first concerts , hiking, jamming in the living room with those piercing repetitive
sounds, bbq’s with the red and white checkered clothes and burnt smores, filled with grandparents, family and
friends, gifts and singing happy birthday, as we clicked and videoed this thrill of parenthood.
our dreams have come true. Some are still on the list. Some forced us to blow our noses and toss the kleenex in the
I think all of us dream, whether in the light of championship or the dark of the unknown.
We dream that our kids will have real friends, bright imagination, courage to try, confidence to smile,
desire to participate, and an inner world that they carry just for them.
We hope that we raise them well
enough that we can set them free. Their leaving the nest shows us, we did a good job. Our kids have enough skills
and self love to make it one little step, one little boo boo, at a time.
Cheer your team on tonight and jump
up and down for being the kind of parent who cherishes their children and keeps dreams alive. For tonight those
players, hopefully, will be savoring every moment of their game. And realizing this excitement doesn’t last forever, but
the privilege to be there does.