for 10 years I have been a great mom. I have been sitting on the sidelines watching the game, cheering and providing snacks.
I have had dinner ready, open beer cans, brought tools and entertained kids for countless hours.
One whole decade of watching, desperate to play.
See, in the past, before that decade started, I played.
I played and I played hard.
I sweat with the team, I lifted the heavy weights.
I brought everything I had to the game.
And then . . . I was pregnant. I was a new mother, I was pregnant again and again. I was the one the wanted, I was the one who was the most. . . expendable in the game.
And you know. For ten years that really, really sucked…. while it also “fed my soul, and my mothering nurturing side” it also made me feel trapped. continue reading…
