It started this summer, when Abbey began to play soccer. I started to cry while watching her play one day. I was thinking how great it was that she was playing this sport, the sport that she had never played before, the sport that she may never have had the chance to play. Then she scored her first goal and more tears came. More opportunities.
Hannah started to play basketball this winter. We knew she liked to play, but had only been to clinics, never on a team. She handles the ball well, can outshoot her teammates in lay ups, and gives it her all. She struggles with the plays and strategies of the game, but asks a lot a questions and keeps on truckin'. Her behavior at school is less than stellar, but we still let her play. She loves it. When I watch her, I cry. She's on a team. When she scores points and I see the hugest smile on her face, I cry. I'm grateful she has opportunities.
Abbey and Sawyer had their first orchestra concert the other night. Again, more tears. More opportunities. Abbey fumbled her way on the violin, but it didn't matter. It doesn't matter that it may not be her "thing". It matters that she had the opportunity to try. Sawyer, well, he played all of his songs without music. The cello is most definitely his "thing". So proud of them.
So when you see me at a game or a concert, and I'm the sobbing mom, be patient. They're happy tears. Tears of gratefulness and opportunities.
