Two months ago I fell down a rabbit hole called "Volleyball Season." It has been a nail-biting, exhilirating, tiring and thrilling two months, with enough moments of madness to make even Alice feel at home.
Tonight was the last game, and I begin my ascent up, out of the rabbit hole. Into the sunshine. I will miss it, painfully miss it . . . competetive volleyball, not the sunshine! It is Oldest Daughter's last year in high school . . . the last time I'll see her play a high school volleyball match.
Unlike Alice, who awakes to find her journey down the rabbit hole was just a dream, my last two months has been a joyful journey with memories to savor upon resurfacing.
enjoy those precious moments!
ReplyDeleteI have missed your posts. But glad that you had a precious time with your senior. That is definitely more important.
ReplyDeleteFamily is always first and I love how you've lived those words...I am totally relating to those deep stirrings in a mother's heart as another chapter closes in a child's life. Where do the years go? BUT, so HAPPY to see your post appear! Welcome back, Shelley! Xo, Sue
ReplyDeletei was JUST thinking about you this morning and wondering where you have been! glad you have had a wonderful journey...
ReplyDeleteI am so glad to see you! Several times I started to send you an email, just to check up on you. But, I know how things are. I just posted to my blog for the first time in about 3 months. I've kept checking yours though, for signs of you. Its good to see you back!
ReplyDeleteYou've been missed! Glad you were able to enjoy your daughter's last season of volleyball. Good to have you back posting again!
ReplyDeleteYay! She's back! So glad. I've missed you. We just finished cross-country and not nearly so crazy-busy as volleyball--or soccer, last year's sport.
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile, welcome back. Love you much.
ahhh to those Senior Nights - where your mama meets you down on in the middle of the arena/court bawling and you hand her over some flowers... I have the pics ... I cry every now and then... great memories of playing my heart out and listening to her voice encourage me on. I could never hear anyone except for her and my coach... I guess that's a good thing. Missed ya, Sami Jo
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