This weekend went too fast. Jack has a travel baseball ball tournament every weekend.
It's always in either another city or state and it involves between 4-6 games in 2 days. It's a lot. ..
It's a lot of travel and a lot of strain on 13 year old knees when he catches for 20+ innings like he did last weekend. This weekend he pitched, which means a lot of stress on a 13 year old throwing arm. Add to travel ball: soccer games, baseball practices and homework and it makes for incredibly long days and weekends.
We were lucky this weekend in that he played only 40 minutes away. His first game was 9am on Saturday. Getting up at 7am on a Saturday is not fun. I begrudgingly got up and headed out. Jack rode over an hour earlier with his dad since he had to be there at 8am. The beauty of the leaves on this drive were just incredible and my 'woe is me' attitude immediately shifted. The sun was out and I wanted to look at every tree in these Smoky Mountains. I literally had chills around certain curves as the colors were so intense in the early morning sun. I wish I had pictures.
I do love the thinking time that driving alone presents. I read a blog post a few days ago that I couldn't get out of my mind on this drive. Paige is the momma to 4 beautiful daughters and she shares her life so honestly on her blog, Simple Thoughts. It's a life that has not been fair to Paige, or her girls, but one that she has triumphed through. In this particular post, she shared an experience that really resonated with me. You can read it here.
I struggle with this.
Do I expect too much? Do I give enough in return?
I never want my kids to do what they do to please me or their dad. There is such a fine line between kids living their chilldhood to the fullest and living a childhood that is just too full.
This week I have plans to slow down. I need to remember this life is about the process, not the destination.