That's right folks. My niece is back for her final season of high school soccer as a senior. This time as a co-captan of her team,the Braves. We drove up for the game against our high school soccer team. She was playing hard, but I noticed a slight limp and a little bit of a pained expression on her face. I was thinking about calling a "time out." (I think if you're an aunt you can do that).But then this happened: Kate and her teammate went up to head the ball at the same time. I didn't see it happen (because I was looking through the lens trying to find her) but I did see her lay on the field after in a crumpled little heap. The other player hopped up laughing. Kate didn't move. Let's be honest here, folks. My kids-not the toughest. Kate-tough. For a second I couldn't breath.
Slowly, she pulled herself up and told the ref she was ready to play. I confess that at this point I was thinking not nice thoughts about the coach that left her in the game. I wanted to rescue. The coach wanted her to become stronger. Hmmm...I wonder if there is any sort of life lesson we can glean from this?
I also went to get my "Jilly-fix." She wraps her little arms around you and for a second you feel like the most important person in the world.
But then you notice that it is a gift she offers to everyone. (For example, I have no idea who that girl is)
Hailee and Maddie are cousins, supporters and spectators (just not always of the game).