These days, our lives seem to revolve around all of our activities.
2 kids and a significant other are tied up with football.
1 kid spends her after-school hours running cross-country.
2 kids are in volleyball.
And some bonus kids who are away from home are busy with their own sports. Brian and I try our best to keep up and support them in their respective lives and activities.
Each week, on the night before a game or a meet, the kids all go to a team dinner. Moms of each class take turns hosting the team dinner.
I find such value in sitting down with others and sharing a meal. It's no surprise that this serves as a team building event between the athletes, coaches, managers and all involved. I believe there is even research that supports the the benefits of regularly sharing a meal with your....team.
I guess that is why I am pouting today. I used to host these team dinners. It was a time to re-group, talk, plan, dream, laugh and even argue. No matter the meal or the topic/sport/theme, I can honestly say that I saw the benefits of regularly sharing a meal with my team.
Only we just called it "supper."
And nobody called me "coach." They just called me "mom."
I'm trying really hard to keep building up my team. To remind them that no matter how the game of life turns out, there are always people in their corner. A place to share a meal and people to share it with.
A Home Field/Court/Course Advantage.
But it just isn't as easy anymore. And my team isn't always receptive.
This weekend I had something planned for all of us to do together. I have two willing participants, one reluctant participant, and one who just can't squeeze the time into her schedule.
It's not their fault that I am upset about this. I'm extremely proud of my team and have seen them become great leaders in their own lives.
I just miss the days when our activities revolved around our lives and not the other way around.