I’m excited today because my son is home this weekend to play in a water polo tournament for his college against a local university. I cannot wait to sit in the stands and watch him play. It has been over two years since I watched him play water polo for his high school.
I miss his elementary and high school days watching him grow up playing hockey, swimming and water polo. I never missed a game unless I had conferences. I knew the time was short until it would be over and I savored every game. Each season came with different dynamics. Good teams, good friends, great parents or it could be just the opposite–boys who didn’t like each other, parents screaming at their kiddos to check someone hard, or teams where a game was never won.
So today I am excited to watch him play again.