... in the name of love

This past weekend I travelled with my daughter's competitive synchronized swimming club to an out-of-town meet. Her first one. (mine too)


The purpose of this post is for me to remember the emotions present during this event. What is the emotion called that causes tears to well up uncontrolled when you're watching someone you love perform? It's a cousin to pride, that's what it feels like. But it's not the chest thumping kind. It's part pride and part happiness for them. Working through her first set of real nerves while waiting in line to perform her compulsory figures. She works really hard and it was so great to see her putting on her 3 min show with her team. She says she doesn't remember much of her team's routine, just diving in and then getting out at the end.


And the stuff back at the hotel room, Yvonne - remember that too. No, it wasn't bad. But I just handled it, gave the girls a pep talk about bonding and team performance. Not freaking out on them and hitting the ceiling like the other Mom said she would've.


"Do you work with kids as a job? How many kids do you take care of?" she asks. Just two, and I have a biology background.


"Really?? cuz you seem to know what you were doing back there."


It was a wonderful compliment, especially with the another team Mom nearby nodding furvently in agreement. No wonder shortly after that I was having difficulty seeing through the tears.


I may not do other things particularly well, But this? this I'm proud of.