So much heaviness. I have nothing eloquent to write about the horrors in the Ukraine. So unreal and sad. My heart also hurts for Violet's family. She passed away on Saturday. While she's no longer in pain, I cannot imagine how difficult losing her is for her family. Sadly, my 50 year old cousin in Texas is in hospice, her life has been incredibly difficult. My uncle, who also has cancer, is watching her die. He lost his wife a few years ago. Their son died at age 14. He has no other family besides my dad and us.
I stared out the window at one point while waiting in the car for Mini during her interview and thought: while I'm doing 'this exciting thing' other people are experiencing true struggles. The unfairness of it all feels impossible. I'm praying for those who are suffering. The rest of my post is lighthearted even though I'm feeling a tad low.
While it seems like Mini might get the scholarship (which is amazing), we've heard that Notre Dame might not be possible (not enough funds left at this point perhaps?) When asked, she told them that she feels strongly about her top choice (ND). The other 5 kids in her group all said, they weren't all that tied to one college over another. We're almost half way thru the 2 week waiting period till she finds out, and yet - IT'S ALL MANAGABLE AND GOOD.
I just started a load of laundry . . . I promise this post will get more interesting. It is not all sadness and laundry.
Mini has a pile of laundry that has been outside of her room for so long that I no longer know if it is clean or dirty, so I decided to just wash it. I am CONFIDENT that it's clean. Once clothes have been kicked around and no longer folded though, they just look like they need to be washed.
I, for one, am tired of my upstairs hallway, which is a very small space, resembling the floor at a department store at an after Christmas sale.
Mini finished up her basketball season Feb. 14th with a playoff game. The other team was winning by about 30 or 40 points, and yet they CONTINUED to use a full court press. What were they trying to prove? I felt this was bad sportsmanship.
Back on February 4th when her team played their last home game, they honored the seniors. Each senior walked out with her parents and an underclassman read something prepared, like the senior's favorite memory, etc.
It was a nice evening, but this was our first time with a female athlete at a presentation like this. So, we messed up . . . Mini was probably the only one who didn't have flowers, balloons, etc. from her parents. Being Mini, she didn't really care, but of course she made some snarky comments to highlight our cluelessness. She joked with her teammates about us - thankfully/ obviously, we have thick skin. We are perfectly comfortable being the butt of the joke.
When we lined up, I asked her if she wanted the three of us to Irish dance across the court when her name was called. Um, NO. Now, come on. That would've been hilarious, right? Coach and I holding hands with Mini, while she was in the middle. Technically Coach can't Irish dance, but he can fake it. I didn't actually expect that she'd be on board with that, but I love to test her. How daring are ya, sista?
Anyway, when we got to where the coach and assistant coach were, we shook hands with them, they handed me a flower, and we said thanks. That's when it happened.
The assistant coach, a young woman who Mini REALLY likes, said to me:
NO, THANK YOU, FOR GIVING BIRTH TO HER.
Well, that just wasn't fair. How was I expected to stay composed after that? That this woman enjoyed Mini so much, that she thanked me for giving birth to her. I mean, I gathered that this woman was a fan of Mini's based on how they tended to sit next to one another when Mini was on the bench - Mini made her laugh a ton. But this - well, it hit me in the throat. Right where that lump might form when one might be about to cry. Dang it.
After we posed for photos, we sat in the stands and watched the girls do their warmups. They played a rap song that has Mini's full name in it. And I got all teared up watching them. (I know, I know, you all get teary-eyed when you hear rap music.) That's not how we roll (getting teary-eyed that is, we aren't opposed to warm ups, Coach is a PT after all, warm up you must) - we were doing just fine, keeping everything light and fluffy, LOOK AT MY PARENTS, THEY SUCK - NO FLOWERS. (insert Mini's buddies cackling). And HEY, LET'S IRISH DANCE OUR WAY ACROSS THE GYM FLOOR FOR KICKS. (insert kid's eye roll here)
This group of girls: literally a bunch of misfits. The team is very small (numbers wise). They're quirky and different as night and day from one another. Amazing academics vs doesn't really attend school regularly, germ-a-phob vs careless and sloppy, in with the cool kids vs not in with the cool kids, brown nose vs let's see how much trouble I can get into, etc.
They're so tight, so accepting of one another, and so funny that they just enjoyed the heck out of being on a team together. I mean, we won't mention there was a bit of a talent deficiency.
They actually got in trouble on the bus to away games for laughing too much. The coach accused them of not being serious/ready for the game, because they joked around too much. Um, hey coach - that's not why they are losing, see the 'lack of talent' mention above. At the pasta party, Mini and company described some of the silliness that they get into/some of their favorite moments as a team.
A senior on the boys' team was confused. He told them (looking around at his teammates who were all on their phones in the basement): WAIT, WE DON'T DO ANYTHING THAT FUN.
When Mini described this to me, it reminded me of a movie. Maybe I'm making it up: a scene when a dad grabbed his son and tried to goof off with him in order to copy another dad/son combo who were messing around in their natural state, and the son looked at him like HUH? NOT OUR STYLE.
Anyway, Mini's basketball career is a wrap. It was a fun ride, full of memories. It provided her with friends who she otherwise would NEVER have known, not likely have crossed paths with/ hung out with.
Laundry issues aside, her assistant coach is grateful I gave birth to her. How amazing that other people see how great she is?
Did I make up the movie scene? Or can you help me identify it?