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A Screeching Halt

October 1, 2010

Had been planning to write a blog about her soccer playing skills for a couple of days.  About how much fun it was to watch her on the field these days.  About how she is playing on two teams – something we couldn’t even fathom getting through last August….TWO teams – two practice/game schedules AND the high school soccer practice/games schedule for her brother AND the start of the new school year AND a new position for me covering three schools AND her first weeks of high school….all at the same time?  Toss in the fact that we are buying a new house and one would expect teeth gnashing, hair pulling chaos.  But it was all working out.  There were only a couple of conflicts, lots of driving and a relatively calm adjustment period….for all of us. 

And so the planned blog entry was going to be about watching her.  Just watching the sheer joy on her face when she plays on the soccer field.  She is a tiny little thing compared to most of her team mates and the girls they play against.  And she is fast.  And competent.  And confident.

I think it flat out surprises players when she whips the ball around their feet and heads for the goal net.  Surprises them when she is blocked or butted by an opposing player and doesn’t budge.  I know it surprises HER when she kicks the ball with such force that it throws her off her feet and she lands on her fanny in the grass….and the mud.  Once in a while a coach will catch on and ‘double team’ her.  And her team mate, A, who also drives the ball down and has a big foot for kicking.  But then, that just leaves to field open to T….and D….and K…..and S….and M. 

This team is a blast to watch.

Ask anybody.

Even an accidentally kicked ball to the wrist during practice and a mad dash to the ER and a purple cast couldn’t stop my girl.  She just counted her blessings that it was only a bruise to the soft tissue, gamely wrapped her cast in bubble wrap for games and played on. 

For a week.

The purple cast was removed after a week and she gave a sigh of relief and got back on the field.  And that very next game was a wonder to behold.  The opposing coach finally just put his hands on his hips and shouted, “Okay…that’s enough!  You’re playing for US next year!”  Yeah right.  Like THAT’S gonna happen.  Not.

She was on top of her game the next day too.  The weather was cooler and damp for an 11 am game.  The sun was out.  She dribbled and giggled and tripped and scored…twice.   Just after half time she was right back at it.  She got the ball and was driving it straight toward the net…..through the grass….around her opposition…..drew her foot back to kick……and came to a screeching halt.

She collided with the goalie and they were both on the ground in a tangle of legs and cleats and writhing screams. 

It was one of those moments that an athlete’s parents fear.  A ‘lump in the throat be stoic’ kind of moment.  Your child is on the ground and surrounded by coaches and referees and managers.  The lump lessens when their goalie is led limping off the field as people on the sidelines are clapping in relief.  But grows bigger and harder as yours is carried to the sidelines.

We have had to deal with monor injuries before.  Usually the aches and pains are taken care of with an over the counter pain relievers, ice packs, heating pads, gels and wraps.  I am not one that deals with whiners well.  I don’t baby my athlete kids.  They usually get the standard, ‘if you want to be an athlete this is going to happen….suck it up and get on with it’ response.  I know they are in good condition.  I know what to be really worried about.  I check the internet.  Often.

And here was my child wrapped in a bundle of collected blankets, grinning through her tears, trying to ‘suck it up’ as her non playing teammates and parents gathered ’round in concern.  Someone gave her the over the counter tablet to reduce swelling.  Someone else brought yet another blanket for her to sit on.  And the game went on.  Twenty minutes later we were tucked into the truck and on our way to the emergency room.  X-rays, soft cast wrap, prescription for pain meds, crutches and forty five minutes later we were back at the field to watch her other team losing their first game in two years. 

A screeching halt.

But is now not even a week later….and she is running.  Not to the same level that she was last Saturday…..but running.   She is determined to get back into the game this weekend…and there are three of them.  We are following up with our doctor this afternoon so we shall see. 

I have to wonder if this has anything to do with that surprising moment that we caught her coach praying over her?  Quietly….privately… she sat in her bundle of blankets in the wet grass on the sidelines…smiling through her tears and trying to ‘suck it up’….surrounded by concerned parents and teammates…..I caught him closing his eyes and quietly praying. 

THAT brought me to a screeching halt. 


And now she is running again.


Less = More…a lesson learned

July 10, 2010

In May of 2009, my husband and I finally got around to carving out a bit of garden space.  It was   just a 4X8 boxed space next to our shed  filled with a mixture of  top soil and Miracle Gro dirt.  Princess and I planted cucumbers, green peppers, yellow squash, tomatos and sugar peas.  We had a great time digging and weeding and watering and picking.  Truth be told, however, our summer’s yield wasn’t really that much.  The plants never really took off given the care we gave them.  We had a fair amount of tomatoes (but not enough to keep us from needing to hit the farm stand down the road),  a couple of really cute green peppers, several handfuls of sugar peas to snack on, a grand total of 3 summer squash and some rather misshapen cukes.

We named these two  ‘Stubs’ and ‘Fatty.’

This year, her interest had kind of waned and I decided to minimize our planting.  I thought maybe our rocky soil really wasn’t condusive for growing anyway.  I planted 7  tomato plants of varying variety because we really do love tomoatos, 4 hills of cucumbers and – on a tip from a friend – 4 leaf lettuce plants.  It was a nice garden and I was looking forward to a minimal yield.  Like last year.


Our garden in July of 2009…..

Our garden in July of 2010…..

Garden plants are growing so fast and furiously that I don’t even have to worry about weeds….much.  The tomato end is like jungle with lady bug natives fighting off the bees.  The leaf lettuce is growing so fast that I can’t keep up with it…and we LIKE salads.  I think the neighbors are tiring of the plastic bags of cut lettuce I send their kids home with.  We lost our first little cucumbers to the heat of last week.  Just couldn’t keep up with the watering needs.  But I am not worried.  Those vines are loaded with more blossoms.  The tomatos are so heavy with green fruit that I have had to set up several more tomato cages around OTHER tomato cages to support them.  I am even thinking of looking up a recipe for Fried Green Tomatos because the branches are breaking with their weight.

I can’t explain the abundance of this summer….except that fewer plants made more room to grow.  Maybe?

Or perhaps there is a lesson I need to learn here.  Instead of wanting for more…..more house……more salary…….more ‘things’……..I should just realize that we will ‘get’ more with less.

So….okay God, I get it.  I’ll stop whining and just wait.

And find something to shore up those tomato plants with……again.