It’s basketball season. We’ve got two kids on travel teams, Gavin (5th grade), and Maggie (3rd grade). Plus, there’s the rec league for Nick (11th) and Gavin. My wife, Lisa, played hoops in college — team captain! — and coached AAU and high school teams for many years. She’s over 6-1, has sharp elbows, and loves the game. So in addition to her demanding job as a midwife, and her vocation as a Super Mom, Lisa is coaching two teams: Gavin’s rec team and Maggie’s travel team. She’s so busy we have to call a “time out” in order to have a conversation.
When in passing we glance at our family calendar in the wild hope of finding some Jimmy & Lisa Time, it looks like this:
I’m not complaining. I often remind myself they grow up fast, we’ll miss these days when they are gone. And also: I don’t want to be the guy who complains through the best years of his life.
Anyway, Maggie just experienced a minor setback (we were playing soccer in the front yard).
That’s all right. Maggie practiced last night with the cast — didn’t shoot too well, but she was out there — and it comes off in a couple of weeks. Frankly, I’m more concerned about losing Maggie’s help with the leaves. She loves driving the John Deere and helping her dad. Right now, in addition to everything else, we’ve got leaves out the wazoo.
No plans yet to write a basketball book — I hear the title Travel Team has already been taken — but I guess it’s just a matter of time. It would be nice to focus on the girls, don’t you think?