When I think about the Seniors who will be moving on, I get emotional, but excited for their futures at the same time. I get sad thinking about my own moving on when it's her turn. But, for now, I will hang on to each moment she has left in her High School basketball career.
I get sad when I think about how much my own dad loved to come and watch his youngest granddaughter play for her school. He looked forward to each game and would often call me the day of just to make sure the game was still on. Most of the time he would be there before I could get there. He would save me a seat. We'd discuss how loud the music was, the various plays and how my girl would soon figure it all out. He loved basketball and would have been amazed and so proud that she went from sitting out most of the game on the bench one year to starting Point Guard the next. She worked hard for it and it showed. I hate that he missed it, but take comfort in the fact that he knew she had it in her to accomplish just what she did.
The first game of this season was the hardest for me. It had nothing at all to do with the game itself or that my daughter would be starting. It was walking into that gym, looking up into the bleachers where 'his spot' was and him not being there. It literally took my breath away and I nearly had to turn and leave from the heartache. But then I remembered that he'd want me there for my girl. Somehow, I know he knows, too. He knows and sees her accomplishments. He always knew she had it in her and that she would figure it all out eventually and she did.
Congrats on an amazing year, Lady Mustangs! Here's to next year and the amazing accomplishments yet to come.
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