By Calli Newberry
I had 15 minutes left before I needed to leave for last night’s basketball game, so I let our dog outside and started to make some oatmeal. Not three minutes later, I looked out the window to see him digging a hole in the middle of the muddy field.
I should mention, our dog, Duke, is an 80-pound English golden retriever. Normally he is adorable and white, but last night, he was less than adorable with his paws caked in mud and nose covered in dirt.
I was not impressed.
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So I brought him inside and soaked his paws and wiped off his nose, all while wondering how in the world moms do the things they do.
How do they raise kids and work and cook and clean and somehow still make it on time to sporting events? How do they make team dinners and drive three kids to three different practices all in one night?
I just have a dog and a husband and my job is literally going to sporting events so it’s not like I have to leave a different job to get there, yet I still can’t seem to make it out the door on time.
Growing up, I’d get frustrated when things were messy around the house or when we left five minutes late. I didn’t understand why we couldn’t consistently be neat and timely, it didn’t seem that hard.
And of course, it doesn’t seem that hard when all you have to remember is your water bottle and basketball shoes.
But when you have to remember to put dinner in the Crockpot and finish up phone calls and coordinate rides for everybody else, things get a lot more complicated and a little messier. And that’s OK.
Moms are the MVPs of the sports world, let’s be honest. Coaches can put together an undefeated team and athletes can break records, but could any of that really happen without everything else that moms do behind the scenes?
For the most part, they’re usually the ones washing the uniforms and planning carpools, and making team dinners. They remind us to bring all the things we’d otherwise forget and then they bring the things that, despite their best efforts, we still managed to leave at home.
They take care of us when we’re sick and injured and encourage us when we’re feeling defeated. They put up with our bad moods after tough losses and celebrate with us after fantastic victories. They push us to be better and hold us accountable when we want to slack off.
This is a picture of my mom and me at my last ever track meet. It was taken after she had walked around with me to find an empty patch of grass to throw up in. This was nothing new for her, it happened often. She’s seen me at my best, she’s seen me at my worst, and she’s loved me the entire way.
I talked to her on the phone as I drove home last night and I told her that I understand her more each day. I better understand why she did certain things and didn’t do others. I get why sometimes the house just had to be messy or we just had to accept the fact that we’d be late.
Nobody can have a perfect mom and nobody can be a perfect mom, that’s just the facts, but we can all find ways to love and appreciate the moms in our lives and on our teams.
Tell her thanks for dinner, even if it’s a little burnt. Put your clothes away – the first time she asks. Just let her take the picture and give you a hug, even in front of all your friends. Tell her you love her and you don’t know what you’d do without her.