Saturdays used to be my day. It’s the day I had to run errands, go shopping, maybe get a pedicure, maybe get some work done – ALONE. During a busy week, I would just wait for Saturdays to arrive for my break. Things have changed though. I travel more on the weekends and sports happened.
My girls used to be dancers. I had 4 in a class once a week, and we were golden. No Saturdays. Only a year-end recital. That was hectic, but it was one weekend out of the year.
Then one daughter started playing softball. Practice twice a week and games on Saturdays. Busier, yet still manageable. I could still run to the mall for some retail therapy after games.
Then 4 girls started playing sports! Holy chaos, Batman. My Saturdays turned into a circus while I tried to get children into different locations wearing the correct uniform and bonus if they had a hydrating beverage. I was basically a professional logistics manager. And there went my Saturdays. I was at a field or a court all day.
I would complain, mutter “ughhhhhhhhh” when I woke up early on my day to sleep in. I side-eyed my giddy husband while he prepped his girls for game days. What about Sundays you ask? Well Sundays are for church and rest. Church is 3 hours and trying to get 5 girls ready takes another 10, so there you have it. But really Sundays are for church, rest, and family, so we don’t go shopping or to stores.
I’m kind of hard on my girls when it comes to sports. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t ever really good at any team sports growing up. I was a decent runner, but wasted my potential on laziness. I don’t want the same thing to happen to them.
With every Saturday and even weeknight game, I would get a little resentful. Sometimes I would see a little laziness in my kids, project my unrealistic expectations, and I would wonder what else I could be doing with my time. But then it happened. I saw how much fun my children were having playing their games.
They’ve always been blessed with good coaches. Coaches who care about the outcome of the game but also about providing positive reinforcement. My daughters were actually excited to go to practices (most of the time). When my daughters got their first hit, their first major play, or their first basket, I was the loudest cheerleader.
It may have taken an entire season to learn, but I’ll never forget the look of pride when the ball finally made it into that basket. When my small girl held on to that basketball when someone bigger tried to take it from her, I was high-fiving people all around me. That was worth all the sacrifice.
Add in the teamwork aspect, the friendships made, the opportunity to learn discipline and sportsmanship, and I’m wondering why I didn’t start them sooner. They’re taking risks, trying new things. It makes my heart swell. I’m not missing my Saturdays anymore. Sure I’m exhausted after practices and games, but that’s what moms do. We sacrifice. It’s in our nature.
My mom still sacrifices for me. And my kids support me when it’s time for me to do my thing. So long, Saturdays. I wouldn’t change a thing.