So many emotions
What a week!
Last week my youngest turned 3. Yesterday, my oldest son, 15 years old competed in a wrestling tournament that his team hosted. 8 teams and 11 wrestlers in his weight class. He's only a sophmore and actually an average wrestler with a good chance of being great. I was helping the booster club with the concessions and got there about 6:30 in the morning. I offered all my catering equipment so I was there the whole morning. I think getting as pumped for his matches as much as he was.
Well...
HE WON HIS DIVISION!
I was beside myself with joy. I was a wrestler in high school and a pretty darn good one at that. I've been by his side for his whole career, taking him to tourneys and getting to every match he's been in. I coach him well and he feeds on advice from me. (This is at least the one thing that he actually listens to me about, which is rare coming from a teenager).
I had to work the day of the tourney too. I was so upset. My boss is on vacation and I couldn't even call in sick if I wanted to. When he's not there, I'm the man! I watched him wrestle his way to the semi-finals and it was getting close to having to leave. I found out where the other 2 guys that I work with were, and called to see if they could cover me for an hour. They said no problem and I got to watch him win his semi match.
I ran to work and was busy as hell. I knew he wouldn't wrestle in the championship match till about 7 but I knew there was no way I could leave a busy restaurant on a Saturday night at that hour. I was freaking. This is the first time he's ever made it this far in a tourney and I wanted so much to be there. I had a hell of a night. It was hard to concentrate on my work.
It was getting to be about 8:30 and I hadn't heard any word of how he did or if he wrestled yet. I was told the finals would be at 7. I was thinking about running out quick to see if I could catch his match so I called before I left.
My daughter answered the cell.....
HE WON! HE WON!!
WOW! I yelled out so loud I think the people in the dining room heard me. I was SO happy for him and also so pissed I couldn't be there. I wanted to be there so bad. I felt like I let him down.
I was hopping around the kitchen like a little kid.
At that time I only had one table left to finish and begged the guys if they could give me a half hr. They said...GO!
I ran down the road to the school, (only 10 min. away) and got there JUST as they were starting to call his weight class to award the medals.
I ran around all the people and found him and he gave me the biggest hug I ever think we've had. I almost got teary eyed.
I was standing right next to the stand when they called his name and pronounced him champion.
If anyone has kids, or has had the chance to experience a moment like this I'm sure you understand just how proud a parent I was at that moment last night. If you haven't,, I hope you get to.
THEN... Later, as my wife and I were mulling over the days events, the phone rang at 12 in the morning....
They took my father-in-law to the hospital. He's been sick a long time and he had a real bad night. My wife ran out the door and didn't get home till 4 am. We haven't heard how he's doing yet but my wife is going to see him soon today.
Yup.... so many emotions.
Today I get to drive my 13 year old 50 miles away to a skateboard competition.
What a week!
Last week my youngest turned 3. Yesterday, my oldest son, 15 years old competed in a wrestling tournament that his team hosted. 8 teams and 11 wrestlers in his weight class. He's only a sophmore and actually an average wrestler with a good chance of being great. I was helping the booster club with the concessions and got there about 6:30 in the morning. I offered all my catering equipment so I was there the whole morning. I think getting as pumped for his matches as much as he was.
Well...
HE WON HIS DIVISION!
I was beside myself with joy. I was a wrestler in high school and a pretty darn good one at that. I've been by his side for his whole career, taking him to tourneys and getting to every match he's been in. I coach him well and he feeds on advice from me. (This is at least the one thing that he actually listens to me about, which is rare coming from a teenager).
I had to work the day of the tourney too. I was so upset. My boss is on vacation and I couldn't even call in sick if I wanted to. When he's not there, I'm the man! I watched him wrestle his way to the semi-finals and it was getting close to having to leave. I found out where the other 2 guys that I work with were, and called to see if they could cover me for an hour. They said no problem and I got to watch him win his semi match.
I ran to work and was busy as hell. I knew he wouldn't wrestle in the championship match till about 7 but I knew there was no way I could leave a busy restaurant on a Saturday night at that hour. I was freaking. This is the first time he's ever made it this far in a tourney and I wanted so much to be there. I had a hell of a night. It was hard to concentrate on my work.
It was getting to be about 8:30 and I hadn't heard any word of how he did or if he wrestled yet. I was told the finals would be at 7. I was thinking about running out quick to see if I could catch his match so I called before I left.
My daughter answered the cell.....
HE WON! HE WON!!
WOW! I yelled out so loud I think the people in the dining room heard me. I was SO happy for him and also so pissed I couldn't be there. I wanted to be there so bad. I felt like I let him down.
I was hopping around the kitchen like a little kid.
At that time I only had one table left to finish and begged the guys if they could give me a half hr. They said...GO!
I ran down the road to the school, (only 10 min. away) and got there JUST as they were starting to call his weight class to award the medals.
I ran around all the people and found him and he gave me the biggest hug I ever think we've had. I almost got teary eyed.
I was standing right next to the stand when they called his name and pronounced him champion.
If anyone has kids, or has had the chance to experience a moment like this I'm sure you understand just how proud a parent I was at that moment last night. If you haven't,, I hope you get to.
THEN... Later, as my wife and I were mulling over the days events, the phone rang at 12 in the morning....
They took my father-in-law to the hospital. He's been sick a long time and he had a real bad night. My wife ran out the door and didn't get home till 4 am. We haven't heard how he's doing yet but my wife is going to see him soon today.
Yup.... so many emotions.
Today I get to drive my 13 year old 50 miles away to a skateboard competition.
What a week!
posted by Doublebogie at 9:45 AM
2 Comments:
14 years with my daughter in gymnastics, she uses her ribbons for a border in her room. (mostly 1st place if i might add) i know EXACTLY how you feel, and am sooo happy you are feeling it!! Congrats and job well done to your son!!!
Wow sugar - you have sure been busy!!!
XOXOXO ~ Callie
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