Back tucks, football practice, dinnertime

Yesterday was a great day. My daughter finally nailed her back tuck in gymnastics. I did not stay for the first of practice because I had a headache, but I did walk in to hear the cheers as she landed her feat. Silly, you may be thinking. Not at all. She has been struggling and fighting for this the last several months. She had become discouraged and frustrated. Many times her confidence was lost and she would think there was no way she would ever get it. As I walked into the gym everyone screamed, "you did it Grace!" I sat down and watched her hit it again and again. The smile on her face, the confidence in her heart, her acheivement. I was so happy for her. This was a big night. As we were heading for home I realized that I did not even cook supper tonight. There had been no time. I was still waiting to hear from my son who was due in around 8 pm from a football scrimmage. I am feeling like I haven't done my job with no supper on the table and no plans to eat around the dinner table. My daughter decides she wants Captain D's country style fish. She continues to talk about her accomplishment tonight and she discusses girlfriend and boyfriend issues. She shares many things and feelings on this ride home. There isn't a table to sit around but I realize how close we are. Once we get home I sit for 10 minutes and my son calls, " mom come get me." I drive to the field house wondering how his night went. He gets in the car smelling less than rosy and says, "mom I'm starving!" We head to Burger King for the king size everything. He talks softly about his practice. Never too many details with him. I tell him that his sister got her back tuck tonight, and he understands what this means. He asks what we did while he was gone. Nothing too exciting. Just rides in the car from point a to point b. I think about all the family books that say never eat in the car you must sit around the table. I think about all the words of wisdom that discourage activities and schedules for young people. I hear my son say the football is the greatest sport. That he feels pride and accomplishment from surviving running and practice. I think this night the summertime, suppertime worked really well. Maybe I'll cook this weekend, well, I had better check the schedule.