Did I mention....I am a Volleyball Mom?
Our volleyball team had their last tournament of the season this weekend...and today I am feeling a little sad.
A few days later, the phone rang...and the offer came.... "Emily has made the National Team."
Those words then started several hours of discussions about whether or not that was the right team for us as a family. National meant more money, more travel and possibly not playing with the very friends we had wanted to play with in the first place.
Once the decision to play National was made...we moved on to the first meeting and uniform fitting. We entered a small conference room filled with (what was then) total strangers. We knew no one. We noticed that several other girls did know each other...and Emily missed her friends. She questioned her decision.
The parents exchanged small talk..."Who is your daughter?" "What school does she attend?" This seems so silly to me now. I should have just grabbed them all and squeezed them tight...because now I can't imagine being a part of any other team.
Over the past 4 months, we have gotten to know these families better than some of our closest neighbors and friends. We have traveled together by car, van, bus and for some, plane. We have cheered ourselves silly ( and I do mean silly...like embarrasing at times.) We have laughed a lot and even cried a little...and we have eaten a lot of Subway sandwiches!