My husband and I lost our cool this week. Big time.
It was no one’s fault, really. And it all started so innocently enough…
We headed to the high school football field on Friday evening for the opening game of the 2014 season. Our boys are part of the Junior Lions program, a pipeline for high school football development, that begins at age 5 with flag football and goes through eighth grade. Each Friday night, Junior Lions can attend the high school game in their uniform jersey and help the community cheer on the team.
Alex and my husband enjoy the games because they can talk strategy about the team and the plays called. Nick loves it because most of his favorite food groups are offered at the concession stand, including hot dogs, cheeseburgers, nachos with cheese, and french fries. I love it because I don’t have to make dinner. What a spectacular win for the whole family, right?
We’ve enjoyed cheering on the Lions with the kids and their friends for a few years now:
So when we arrived this year and took a spot near some other parents, the first thing the boys did was ask for money to get something to eat. Perfectly normal.
They came back with their food and drinks, handing us the change. Like they have always done.
And then Alex proclaimed “We’re gonna go sit with our friends. See ya later!”
Which pretty much made me feel like:
But what I actually said was:
Even though, I really felt like this:
And off they went. Not like normal. Not like they’ve always done.
And sitting under the Friday Night Lights, I looked at my husband and said to him, “guess we’re officially no longer cool to be seen with.”
But perhaps in letting them go without making too much of it at the time, we are much cooler than we — and especially our boys — even realize.