Since September of 1998, every September Saturday has been spent at the soccer pitch. Every one except for one October in 2010 when both Chris and Jessie had a bye on the same weekend. Every one of my September Saturdays has been taken up by soccer. My October Saturdays and most of my November Saturdays too. But not anymore.
Today there isn't a game listed on the calendar. There is no game to watch, no game to referee, no game to coach. The kids don't have new soccer cleats, clean uniforms or stinky old shin guards to put on today.
WOW! This is a crazy new place for me.
Yes, I miss it. I miss the kids. I miss the excitement as my stomach does a gymnastics tumbling routine. I miss the countless emails from parents (and players) who are lost and can't find the field. I miss the detailed calendar flow-chart I'd make so all six kids got to where they needed to be at the right time. I miss coaching three kids in one season (2009). I miss the interaction with the kids most of all. I miss seeing smiles from someone who just accomplished something pretty cool. I miss the giggles from the girls and the I'm-too-cool fist bumps from the boys.
I don't miss the mud (ok, just a little). And I really don't miss the parents questioning my coaching, and refereeing decisions.
Last Saturday we woke to a foggy cool morning and both Jessie and I looked at each other and said, "I miss it."
Please enjoy my walk through memory lane: