Tape. Every home needs some, and to this day I don't really understand why I can't seem to ever own a pack with the handy little jagged edge that helps rip off strips for you. I can never seem to remember to grab a pack at the store, so I am forced to spend 10 minutes of my days searching for it's "invisible to the naked-eye" edge and make lame attempts to carefully peel it up evenly to make a smooth tear. Never happens. Ever.
It's a boring story actually, but every time I find myself staring at my edgeless roll of tape, it seems to be the metaphor of my life. My patience is lost, I wonder if it's best to give up, and the end seems nowhere in sight.
Maybe that's too deep to compare myself to a roll of tape, but it somehow made sense in my mind and I'm going "stick" with it... (hehe).
I realize my family's activities this season sounds ridiculous to most people. Soccer. Football. Club softball. Club soccer. Highschool Varsity soccer. Jr.High softball. All in one week. An average of 5-7 practices a week, and 3-4 games on Saturdays. I'd be lying if I didn't admit it makes a Mom tired. Proud. But tired.
I don't always know if this was the lifestyle I imagined for our family. It's just a season and I know the "end" of it is coming eventually. My kids seem happy with what they're involved in, and we're happy to watch them.
So, just for now, I know I won't know who the biggest loser is, or the next dancing star, or what's really pinteresting. Piles of socks will always be turned inside out in the laundry and grass and chunks of dirt will forever be ground into my van's carpet. I have a "Little Caesar" to thank for feeding us so often too...
Guess I'll keep "rolling" with it all for now.
I hope I can remember that when it comes to
whatever is next for my kids futures,
that by God's grace,
...the possibilities are endless.
