My Guilt

I saw exactly 1 1/2 of my #2's softball games this season. I am tired of all the extra curricular activities that we signed up for. Every night of the week we usually have something throughout the spring. Remember, I have 5 children, 4 of which are signed up for things.

Tonight, was #2's last game, the game that I only saw half of. #2 was out left outfield, so I went and sat in the grass where she could see me. I didn't want to sit on the bleachers with the other parents where she wouldn't know that I was there. When she looked up and realized that I was there, her whole face lit up and I cringed inside. I felt so guilty in that moment for missing so many of her games. In my head I really tried to believe that being there wasn't very important. Boy, was I wrong.

I will now try to be at every game. I sat on that grass, under that tree, realizing that the kids only have that time to truly shine in their own eyes, believing that they are wonderful in their parent's eyes. These kids need us parents to be there to show them how truly important they are. That us parents took the time out of our very busy day, to watch a very boring game, to show them that they are the most important thing in that moment.