At six o’ clock last night I ceased parenting. At least effectively.
The Gonzaga men’s basketball team, whom I’ve yet to see play–even on t.v….in something like decades…was, well, playing. Which, I’m sure, is a normal occurence in the winter.
Only last night’s game meant a little bit more. As in the winning team would walk on air to the NCAA tournament. And though I couldn’t identify a single player on the team, nor do I have a vested interest in Gonzaga, I suddenly couldn’t miss this…because…
because Gonzaga needed one more person inches from the screen biting her nails.
The only weird thing?
Me. Trying to work a remote. And parent from my peripheral.
Heh…I did my best…
to watch the game, that is.
And my kids…
my kids poked around their imagination, and came up with a way to shove everything from their suitcases, plus a hotel towel or two, down their pajamas and still zip the things up.
Uh…hard to be prouder. Which is why I present…two hefty looking children who–bless their hearts–let their mother enjoy a basketball game.
Jeanne,
You captured a sweet picture. What beautiful memories you will have one day when your children leave home. That may seem far off to you but the years go by quickly.
Love,
Jan
Ahh…the years, yes…they’re going by quickly. But the days…oh my…the days are sometimes eternal!