Sometimes You Just Dance

Before the last game of the regular football season. The parents of the senior football players meet their son out on the field. The football player gives flowers to his mother. It is called Senior Night. For weeks leading up to it, I dreaded the thought of it. Those close to me will testify that I am struggling with the fact that my boys are growing up and will soon be leaving home. The thought of it makes tears well up in my eyes every time I think about it.

So it was no suprise that as we waited on the sidelines to meet our boy, I started to get choked up. I knew I had to hold it together. I didn't want to cry in front of the crowd. I didn't want to be "that mom". As I waited, I tried biting my lip. That didn't help. It only made my lip hurt. 

Then, I noticed the lady standing directly behind us. She was dancing a little jig to a song in her head. She had a smile on her face. She looked happy. I looked and felt miserable. She too was waiting to meet her son on the field. She is a single mom. Her son is her only child. Her heart was breaking just like mine. She told me she was struggling to not cry so she started to dance. I envied her. I learned from her. Talking with her while we waited for our boys made the whole thing bearable. She taught me that sometimes in life you just have to dance. 

Here are the photos of the occasion.

Be still my heart. Cue the music.....