This past Friday it was cold. And dreary. And rainy.
My son wanted to go cheer on our Varsity football team because we were starting the playoffs. Our team had won every game we attended (and only lost the 2 we didn’t attend) so he wanted to keep the good juju flowing.
I did not want to go. Because it was cold. And dreary. And rainy.
I was grumpy. I said, things like, “You need to go with your friends to the game. I just drop you off and pick you up later.” He replied, “None of my friends like football.” And of course I said, “Then you need to find friends that do!”
Okay, I wasn’t grumpy. I was crabby. (Or as my son would say, I was salty.)
After dinner I started pulling on layers of clothes. My husband said to me (he was unable to go due to some work he had), “You know, you’re going to make him feel bad for wanting to go.”
That was the truth. And I didn’t want that. Just because I was struggling didn’t mean that my attitude should sour things.
So I took a deep breath, layered up, packed blankets and umbrellas, and off we went.
We reached the field, grabbed some snacks, found our soggy seats and hunkered down.
And I had fun.
We cheered. We stomped our feet and laughed. We ate candy bars and froze our fingers.
Our team won (37-7) and we celebrated as we booked our way back to the car, shivering.
We texted ahead and my husband put on some coffee for me and a cup of tea for our son. When we got home, cold, soaked, and tired, we were greeted by my husband, and a warm house, and soft lights, and comfort.
It was wonderful.
If I had let my bad attitude win, if I had let the rain win, if I had let the cold win, I would have stayed home that night. And I wouldn’t have cheered on my team. I wouldn’t have had that quality time with my son. I wouldn’t have appreciated the warm house, and hot coffee, and my husband waiting there as much,
We struggle in our studies to celebrate a degree. We fight ourselves at the gym to celebrate weight loss. Sometimes you have to jump into the hard things - or what we perceive are hard things - to really appreciate and enjoy our successes and the great things we have going for us.
Frankie and Andrea take turns sharing stories. Just good talk over a cup of coffee.