Hi IF readers, It is an evening on July 2nd. I just took my oldest son Jax up to the Highlands of North Carolina for his first time away from home at sleep away camp. He will be 13 in 2 months and this is really his first time away from me for more than 3 or 4 days with his father, or another family member. I have been very protective, but I have also enjoyed my children very much. But, it was time for him to be on his own a little. Jax has grown so much physically this past year that at 5 foot 8 at age 12, he has looked like a high school kid, and the pressure of it has been tough. The girls especially. So, a few weeks up in the mountains at our church camp at “The Mountain” which is owned by the Unitarian Church, with great people, great counselors, will be great. Even if it isn’t great, it will be a learning of self, away from the nagging of parents. I went away to boarding schools and camps at age 12 never to return because the family that adopted me, my mother got ill emotionally and physically and could not care for my sister and I anymore. That was too much, too young. But my Jax, he has been soo loved and so cared for, and he is ready for a little time to know himself, and then come back and integrate that back into a very close knit, loving family that wants him to grow up and strong so he can leave someday to become a young man, at the right time for college or a job. I can’t call him to hear the stories, but I can send him emails, he has been gone since Sunday, it is Thursday, and I have written him 2 long emails, trying not to overdo, trying to tell him how loved he is. The great balancing act of love, it is a daily exercise in discipline and abundance, the great paradox of life. Well, dear IF readers, I will post a picture or two, and upcoming blogs about my work with Lowcountry Autism and a fundraiser in the Fall, great reading, Cat Wayland, Hilton Head, SC
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The days of summer have longer minutes. I am grateful for this. It seems that during the school year, between my long teaching days, and after school homework into longer sports practices into weekends of sports competitions and church Sundays, summer takes a pause. This pause allows to happen that are unscheduled. Today, Brody and I rolled around in the surf pretending to be the body of whale washing on shore. We laughed and rolled over each other. Jax kayaked. I ended the day with friends and a sunset over the water. It was a day that just happened as if there were no plans and yet everything went as smoothly as lovely piece of music.
What a fantastic this past Tuesday, Catherine Wayland , Hilton Head Coach for boys 10,11 brought her team to a 7 to 1 victory over Jet Pack!!! “We got there early and warmed up,” said Wayland. It worked. The boys knew to take their positions and remain flexible on the rotations and subs. We brought our strongest goalie back in the box after an injury, but kept resting him with goal keeper rotations. “Interesting,” said Wayland but some of my strongest forwards are also my strong D line, and my goal keepers. ” So, if it keeps us fresh and strong, I’ll play them where they need to be.” Tomorrow is the second elimination playoff. Let’s see what happens!
The regular season ended today with a 4 to 0 win. We end the season with five wins, 1 tie and 2 losses. We go into the playoffs in third place. But what is remarkable and worth noting, is that I am an ex-ballerina with no sports background who simply said “yes” to a request for me to coach. I said, “yes”. My son didn’t say “no”. That began our accidental adventure and bond in the most unlikely sphere. Since my oldest was born 12 years ago, I have been nurturing mama, teaching mama, reading, writing, manners mama, charming, social etiquette mama, but not, oh no…not ATHLETIC MAMA……but saying ‘yes” allowed us a new adventure 12 years after Jax was born. Unlikely. Surprising. Successful.
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So…..the single parenting thing has been hard. But here is my wonderful moment that makes it all worth it. I am coaching the older son’s soccer team. I am an “ex ballerina” that has never competed in sports so I had to research and understand how to coach this team. The first two game, we lost , but then we started to win, 2 games won, 1 tie, another win, and the boys were psyched. I brought Dads to help assist, an ex Europe League player, and we worked hard. Then, on Sunday’s win, I said, “you’ve done great, lets scrimmage on the beach..yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” So, my team showed up on Monday for practice and scrimagged on the beach with my 8 pizzas and 3 other parents that helped with napkins, plates, and juice/water. But the scrimmage turned into beach swim. It was my own little MsFarland USA, a moment in the team’s season, where we just had fun for fun, but well deserved.