And so it begins,
Today I tasted the truth of being a mother.
Today I kissed goodbye with wave of regret to Saturdays.
Today I listened to the wind and rain whip around the house and I climbed into my jeans, shirt and waterproof coat. I hunted through the garage for the rain cover for the pram and wrapped the girls up tight in kagools and wellies. Showing my loving parenting skills….
I stared into the wet outside and took a deep breath, I grabbed spica clad BB around my waist and reached for twin girl’s hand. We strode out into the foulness that is May’s weather and darted for the car. Safely inside we shook the rain from our shoulders like wet dogs and I turned the key and drove into the gloom.
The windscreen wipers cut through the weather with an anger that surprised me and the wheels of the car defiantly took on puddle after puddle showing no fear.
Then we arrived, once more I stood in the rain, twin girl awkwardly holding a too small umbrella over my head trying to keep me dry whilst I struggled with the clasp on the buggy around BB’s cast. Triumphant I heard a click and we were ready to cross the car park, together we skipped round pools of water and hopped and danced towards our destination.
I saw him first, mouth open in a cry his fist raised in the air; I looked past him following his gaze and saw a tiny figure, soaked to the skin, chewing on the string of his shorts whilst dashing up and down the pitch chasing a ball.
His first football game,
I ignored the rain, I joined his dad in cheers of jubilation juxtaposed with groans of dismay. I held my breath as he approached the goal and I grinned with an ache when the ball missed its mark.
I beamed when he saw me and lifted his hand in a wave, not too old yet to ignore his mummy, not too shy to suppress his happiness that we came.
Before today I have had no real love for the game of football, I see it is all about to change…
Good bye Saturday, Come on Rother United….