Friday, August 17, 2018

Go! Team! Win!

Every once in a while the blond twin would talk about tumbling or cheer leading or poms. This summer she decided she wanted to be a high school cheer leader. We found her a cheer leading coach who gave her some lessons. 

When try-outs came, we wished her well and crossed our fingers. She came know not knowing if she made the team. The next day she let us know that she'd be staying after school for cheer leading practice. 

She was so excited when she came home. She brought a packed practice and tumbling schedule. She couldn't stop talking about her team, the coaches and the other girls. You could tell this was her dream come true. We were so happy for her.

As we looked at the schedule, we were a little less excited. She was a football cheer leader. As we put the dates in the calendar, we realized that she would be cheering in November, when the weather was cold. It could be really cold in November. like bone-chilling cold. We crossed our fingers that this would be the year that cold weather didn't show up until after Thanksgiving and went back to being happy for the blond twin.

Friday, August 10, 2018

Movin' on up

I emailed the golf coach before the girls went to camp. I explained that the brunette twin wanted to try out for the golf team, but would miss the first few practices. The coach graciously emailed that the brunette twin should join the team for practice when she was back in town.

We arrived at practice while the coach was unloaded her trunk. We talked for a few minutes before leaving the brunette twin to meet her team.

When she came home, the brunette twin was excited. The coach told her that she would be starting in all the JV matches this year. It wasn't a complete surprise given that the brunette twin had been taking golf lessons for years. We knew she was pretty good. I pulled up the JV schedule and wrote everything on my desk calendar. 

The next morning the brunette twin came home from a team meeting and said, "Coach gave me a varsity golf bag. I think I'm on the varsity team." It turns out that the coach was impressed with her practice skills and decided to put her on the varsity golf team. 

Daddy looked at the varsity schedule and started laughing. The brunette twin went from playing nine holes twice a week to playing 18 holes three times a week. For her first Saturday match, she needed to be at school at 5:20 a.m. No, that's not a typo. Her arrival time was 5:20 a.m.

We were proud and excited for her. The brunette twin was nervous and excited. All of us were dreading the 5:20 a.m. arrival time. 

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

The long awaited return

Daddy drove down to get the girls the night before camp ended. He woke up the next morning and headed to camp. Once they were all together, the girls called me to tell me their stories. Oh, there were so many stories. They were excited and tired and animated and rambling. It was perfect.

They didn't come right home, so the stories were the most I would hear from them for a couple of days. They stopped to visit Aunt Mary, Uncle Terry and everyone else near them. They had a fun family dinner where they told more stories and gathered more stories to tell me. 

Somewhere along the way, Daddy managed to get a little more back to school shopping done. Our days were numbered when it came to checking things off the back to school list. Any time we could get something done, we did.

People kept asking if I was going to be bored while they were all gone. I guess they forgot that I was working every day and Holly was still keeping me company. In truth, I missed them all, but it was nice to have a few quiet days. 

The few days before school started were going to be chaos from the minute they walked back into the house. A little calm before the storm was just fine with me. 

Thursday, August 2, 2018

Five and out

When we dropped the girls at camp, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't call them. I really wanted them to have fun without me hovering from afar. We communicated via text every night. They told a few stories. We said good night. It was a quick hit communication so we knew they were ok and having fun.

Tonight I texted and said, "Please call me when you can. I need to hear your voice." I made it five days before my withdrawal got the best of me.

The blond twin called pretty quickly. She said, "Oh Mommy, you are so cute." She told stories about her day. We talked for just a few minutes. It was just enough.

The brunette twin called when she arrived back at camp. They spent the day in Nashville, ending the evening with dinner and a concert. 

It was so good to hear their voices. Even when they are away being independent teens, they still need to comfort their Momma. After all, they might be a few days away from high school, but they are still my babies.