Saturday, October 15, 2016

Happy to go

Yesterday when I got off work I went home changed into comfy jeans, a sweat shirt and warm shoes, packed the car with a couple of blankets and my stadium seat.  I was ready.  Ready to drive to Prescott to attend an away football game so I could watch my son play.  If you know me well you will know that this was a big deal for me.  I went by myself, not sure where to go but my phone lead the way.  The drive there wasn't bad.   My phone lead me to an elementary school instead of the high school, that wasn't cool.  But I had plenty of time.  I didn't freak out, I sat in the parking lot of the wrong school and typed in the high school address and then in 10 mins I was there!

I had tossed the idea around of going to Kyle's game but didn't fully commit until the last minute.  I think when Sara bailed out on me and went to her friends' house then I was secretly trying to talk myself out of going.  Last night Kyle asked me if I was going and I said that I was planning on it.  Then during the day I sent him a text and said that Sara wasn't going and said I wasn't sure if I was still going.  I then asked him if he really wanted me to go and he said yes.  So thats all I needed to motivate myself to drive to Prescott, a happy son!

The drive places during the day isn't too much of an issue, its the thought of driving at night.  I think Karlee is right I have made it out to be more than what it should be.  I stress myself out more than what is needed.  I get nervous when I don't know for sure where I'm going, I feel like I can't trust my phone (funny that is actually true), I don't like windy roads, I trust my driving just not others.  So with all that going on in my head its no wonder my hands are tired from gripping the wheel and my body is so tense driving down the road.

So I was proud of myself when I got to the school.  I parked and gathered my things and headed into where I needed to be to get settled in and watch the game.  I bought a hot dog, chips and a drink and was ready to watch.  It got darker and cold soon but I focused on the game.  I was surrounded by tons of supportive parents and friends that were there to watch their sons' play.  I was surprised at the turn out.

The game was nearing the end.  (we lost) and I started telling myself its going to be fine driving home in the dark.  I will be alert and I will see fine and it will all be good.  Well it wasn't long after that the game was over and the team was lining up to go shake hands and congratulate the other team.  I was in my own world, then I looked up and I saw Kyle putting his hand out like telling me to stop and shouted out don't leave mom.  I said okay and I was thankful that I looked up when I did to see him getting my attention (thank you God).

Before they ran back in with all their gear to get ready to change and leave, Kyle runs over and says mom wait for me I want to ride back with you.  I was beaming inside and out!  Hearing those words made me so happy!  My son wanted to ride home with me!!!!  I didn't have to drive back in the dark by myself!!!  So happy!

I waited for him and then he came out the door of the school and he looked so tired.  I told him how happy I was that he was riding back with me.  He said he had decided that earlier but had forgotten to tell me and wasn't sure he would catch me before I got up to leave.

We got in the car, headed to the closest place to get him something to eat.  Left Sonic and headed home.  It was so nice, he helped me make sure I was following my phone where to go and then once he felt I was okay he leaned back to relax.  We did spend some time talking, we talked more about his frustrations with football this year.  It was nice to talk with him.  I understand more now after experiencing an away game, I heard the parents talk and complain about similar things that Kyle has talked about.  Its amazing what you hear when you stand in line at the ladies bathroom.

We made our way home safe and sound.

Before the game started (Kyle is number 23)





I'm happy I went.


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