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We are a week away from report date today. I’ve downloaded the practice schedule, updated the family calendar with back to school events in case Ordell will be able to join us and begun the food purge.
Lists are growing longer each day. Sort clothes, figure out if the boys team apparel still fits, stock up on snacks for the office, schedule babysitter for away games. Each list addition seems to birth three more.
I’m simultaneously mourning summer’s passing and celebrating fall’s arrival. I’m ready for girl’s nights and a break from cooking for several weeks. I’m ready to see the players and hear about their summers.
I understand that the arrival of football season means I’ll see much less of my husband. It means I’ll attend my kids back to school events alone, be the only person carting the kids around to activities, and I’ll eat meals alone. The arrival of football season means missing out of state family events. It means late nights and early mornings, long bus trips, way to much fast food and full weekends. Another thing that arrives with football season is routine. There is a weekly schedule that we can depend on. No surprise out of town trips or weekend plans cancelled. The routine means we will see Ordell most from afar when we visit practice, but it’s a routine that is ours.
The arrival of football season also means I get to watch my husband work hard in a career he loves. I get to sit with him as he speaks truth into the lives of college-aged men who are seeking direction. Successes on and off the field are celebrated together. The arrival of football season means that once again I get a front row seat as boys fight to become men.
There are few people who understand the joy and comfort that comes in the craziness of the season. When you have the privilege of being on staff with women who embrace this crazy life, they will soon become your sisters. Part of the joy of football season arriving is the built in time spent with them.
Come October when the travel has become exhausting, the kids can’t handle another night without seeing Ordell and the end of the season still feels very far away I will have a meltdown moment. My fellow staff wives will understand, carry the load while I get myself together and I will do the same for them when the time arrives.
With one week until players report we are squeezing in late night movies, quiet dinners and errands. Soon our days will be filled with the routine of practice and games. Welcome to football season…here we go again!