We are embarking on a new school year and soccer season. My Tuesday and Thursday nights are occupied with practices and my Saturdays and some Sundays will be occupied with soccer games. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I still have the moments where I am standing still capturing the feelings and images of particular moments.
Sometimes I hear moms speak about how they are thankful their kids don’t play sports or that they are taking time off from a season. I can’t fathom that. When I am sitting on the sideline watching my girls play, I feel like I have waited my whole life to be sitting there. I LOVE every single moment of it.
Thursday I rushed to pick the girls up, get them home, get my youngest in her soccer gear, grab a few snacks from the pantry, and headed for the soccer fields. We trekked across the fields to her practice. I was tired but in love with the opportunity to be tired from running my kid around. You see, during chemo I wasn’t the parent that often took one of them to their practices but I am DETERMINED to be THAT parent this season. This is my season with them.
This evening we headed to the Indiana State Fair. Truth be told I wasn’t feeling the greatest beforehand, my energy was zapped. But I wasn’t about to miss out on the smells of ribeye sandwiches, funnel cakes, Italian sausage, or the infamous corn on the cobs! The fair only comes around once a year. Of course I had a moment on the Ferris Wheel where I found myself clutching the center pole for dear life but those experiences are mine to capture and mine to hold onto, even if I am afraid to look down! My legs feel like they are going to fall off and yet I am blissfully happy that I had this moment in this season.
While we have headed back to school this week I will not settle into fall until September. I will squeeze out every last drop of summer I possibly can. Fall is a favorite season of mine, but I am just not ready to say good-bye to yet another season. The pumpkin spice lattes can wait a bit while I float along in my pool lounge chair. I’m not rushing time.
I will be the same way with fall, winter, spring, and then back to summer. I will jump in the pool a few more times this year. I will jump in a pile of leaves this fall. I will go sledding with my kids this winter. I will watch the earth come back to life in the spring.
So why am I so crazy about the seasons? I appreciate them like never before. With our children we only get 18 of each season before they are off to college. But the kicker is, those seasons are never promised to us. Some of us, like me, know how easily that time can be taken from us. It’s up to us to enjoy the seasons, show up for them, and genuinely cherish them.
It likely rings true for anyone who has been diagnosed with cancer, then heads into remission, that with each scan we hold our breath waiting to see if the other shoe is going to drop at some point. Our hope is the shoe stays suspended and never drops. I won’t be paralyzed by it. I won’t let anything take away my seasons. I will enjoy the busy, the hustle, the sideline, and the memories made in each one.
Don’t waste the season of life you are in now because you want the next one to come.