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.