A Season for Everything
My oldest daughter called me from the car. She was on her way to pick up a pizza for supper. She is 6 months pregnant, chasing an 18 month old, working, in the middle of a move…and starving. Her new pantry isn’t stocked yet and some of their dishes are still in boxes. So pizza it was. You do what you have to do some nights.
After we hung up, I found my own stomach was growling. My younger daughter wasn’t home. What should I eat? Suddenly an overwhelming craving for pizza came over me. It was a “nothing else can possibly suffice” sympathy craving. So off I went to get pizza. My favorite pizza place is about 20 minutes away, but what else did I have to do?
After I picked up the pizza, I pulled into a parking lot so I could eat it while it was hot. Across the street, two teams in brightly colored jerseys were playing their hearts out on a soccer field. From the sounds of the parents’ cheers, it was an intense game.
I started feeling a little wistful. In one month, my younger daughter graduates from high school. In approximately two blinks of an eye after that, she will move into her college dorm and my nest will be empty.
The screams across the street grew louder as the green team threatened the goal. Just in time, a red defender saved the day with a steal.
The cheers transported me back to a conversation from years and years ago in the bleachers at the softball field where my oldest child (and at that time, my only child) was playing. She hated softball. It was too slow compared to her beloved soccer, but she had to try it at least one season. She had major 11-year-old FOMO. One of my friends, another mother, knew I was in the midst of adopting and asked me how the process was going. Another adult I didn’t know, maybe an aunt or grandmother of another player, turned to me and said, “Are you insane? You’ve got this kid halfway grown and you’re going to start over? Just think, 10 years from now you’ll STILL be doing this!” Then she laughed hysterically as though it was all a grand joke and I was the punchline.
I didn’t get it. I loved being on the sidelines, watching my kid play. It didn’t matter what – softball, soccer, basketball, track, cross country. Or maybe a choir concert or a children’s theater production. I loved it all. Why wouldn’t I want to still be doing that 10 years later?
And so I have. More soccer games, more choir concerts, more band concerts, countless football games where the sport served as pre-game and post-game for the main event, which of course was the marching band’s halftime show. Then we’d be up bright and early the next day for the weekly marching band competitions.
That stage of my life is officially coming to an end. I am going to miss it. A lot. Yet I’m excited for her next chapter, and for mine, only I don’t know what it will look like. It may take awhile to figure it all out.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1