Hi, my name is Lane. This is my daughter Sydney.
She’s a freshman. My personal goal for basketball this year is to do things I’ve never done. My favorite basketball memory is watching Sydney walk out to the car in her practice uniform and cowboy boots. She blamed this crime against fashion on Rob, who told her not to wear her new, expensive basketball shoes outside the gym.
Last night was the mandatory parent meeting for girls basketball and that’s the kind of introduction each of the girls had to give about themselves. If they didn’t want to share a goal or memory, the could share an appropriate quote. Some did and the quotes were very appropriate.
I don’t remember much of what Sydney said. She introduced herself and pointed us out and said “and those are my two Daddies back there.” and a Mom yelled “where”. and Sydney pointed again and said “back there” and Rob and I waved. And, I don’t remember much of what happened after that.
Now, before you get all misty eyed, yes that was a wonderful thing for her to do and I am so proud of her for doing it. But, I’m from an old school and while I was busting my buttons with pride, not just that she pointed us out, but that she did it so proudly, I was also trying to crawl between two floor tiles because I guess it is always going to be uncomfortable to be “outed” in a crowd of strangers.
Ya wanna know sumpin? I’ll live with that, if the next generation can be prouder than my generation was. That’s progress.
Anyway, after a while, it got to be time for parents to sign up to volunteer. Before I left the table, I gave Sydney one of my very hard looks and when she said “what?” I replied, I’m just not sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.
So, what did I sign up for, you ask? Not food, that’s for sure. They were looking for people to volunteer to feed 45 people a main course, a side and a drink. And, Coach did not describe that as sandwiches and chips.
I volunteered to…
Keep the score sheet, keep the clock, and work the gate. All on different nights. Each one on three different occasions.
That is so much NOT like me. I guess I got caught up in the fervor. I don’t think Rob approved, and that’s all right. He’s the one that’s going to have to hear me moan and gripe about “what did I do? How did I let myself sign up for this? I can’t do this. I’m going to have to talk to people. What have I done?”
But, you know what? I signed up for the things that interested me the most out of what was presented. And, right now, I’m feeling VERY comfortable with what I have volunteered to do.
Of course, I will be reading up on the game of basketball, because, like I told the coach before I signed up, I’ll volunteer, but I’m going to need training. I don’t have any idea how to do these things. And, coach said it didn’t matter.
There were only about 10 of us, signing up for about 60 volunteer opportunities. So, I don’t feel bad about signing up to work at 9 home games. Lots of folks didn’t volunteer for anything.
Another thing that surprised me, and went right along with Sydney not being ashamed that she had two dads, was the fact that so many of these girls were there with a guardian. Generally a relative. Half the girls there are being raised by a grandparent or an older sibling. Unconventional families are all the rage now, I guess, so we’re going to fit right in.
Keep me in your thoughts. I don’t always have the confidence I had last night. I will second guess myself. I will berate myself. But, there’s something else about myself. Even though I’ll be uncomfortable, I’ll be there for every single one of those volunteer opportunities…early. And, like my Dad taught me, I’ll stay until they don’t need me anymore.
That’s me, too.
Be well and have a great Thursday. I’m trying to take tomorrow off to do some things that I am not finding time in my regular life for. Unfortunately, that isn’t just quilting.
And, my Mom told me to tell you all thanks for the good thoughts and prayers during her surgery last week. She’s doing well and walking on her new knee with little pain.