I Hear It Calling

The road home is a long one that's for sure. I wish when I get there my Granny and Paw Paw would be waiting for me. But they won't physically, though that almost doesn't matter. I know that their lessons to me, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, are what matter most. I'm here now, sitting in the place I call home, yet my heart is saying it's time to go. It's time to return to the place that you need and which needs you most. The things that I have always loved are there and are the same things that have always loved me in return. I have come to realize that it isn't a physical, human love which satisfies me most, though it is longed for just the same. It's that spiritual happiness that makes us feel whole. I don't have that here. I'm filling a roll, though not one I was prepared for. I can't teach my boys about happiness here because here it is about avoiding chaos and hiding in the shadows in hopes of not being noticed. I want them to feel alive, to experience life, not question it. It is shameful that it takes some of us so long to realize what means the most and to recognize our limits of giving if the return is not equal or greater. It's been a good run here, but I am almost done. I'm ready to go home.

Friends Will Bring You Home if You Know Where Home Is..

Don't we all wish we had a "redo" at some point in life? I find myself more and more these days looking back at that picture of the long road home. There's so much peace in it yet it nearly drives me to tears to think of all the memories that could have been. How could I have ran from something like that, thinking there was no hope, nothing left? Too bad hindsight is 20/20 and we can look back and rationalize the decisions we've made and the ones we didn't. There is hope though. In all the times I have felt all hope was lost, true friends, old and new, have risen to the occasion and pulled me out of the depths of self-pity. Why waste this wonderful lifetime on myself? One day I will grab my kids by the hands and walk them down the road home, thanks to the inspiring words of true friends who care with generosity. Most things, I am learning, are not forever, and perhaps they were never meant to be such. There are a few things, though, that will outlast our most vivid ideals and remind us of hope and of love and of inspiration and of the things that rooted us in our very being. Home, and all the things that define it, may not pertain to specific geographical location as much as a state of being, as in total content. Realizing where home is and why you need to be there can be as scary as leaving the geographic home. Returning to it would be near mortifying if it weren't for the sincerity of a friend who can reinforce and validate your strongest feelings of why you need to be back there in the first place. My friends, one day I will be walking down that long road again, remorseful of ever having left in the first place.

LOONNGG Overdue!

Boy! It's really been a long time since I last blogged. The thought of it crossed my mind a hundred times. No worries, though, life has been good. Crazy busy, but good. As per my last post, I experienced my first year as an assistant high school softball coach. My family made some time sacrifices for me to be able to do this and I am so very thankful they found a survival instinct and made it through just fine. I on the other hand, I NEEDED this to happen. It really turned out to be as much of a self-reflection experience as it was a teach and give back experience. To keep a long story short, our team went through a roller coaster of a season with injuries, adversity, and even a player being asked to leave. In the end, it turned out to be a winning season, not only on paper, but for players and coaches alike. I really think something special happened there at the end and it wouldn't have mattered if that last win was our only win. Since then I have been trying to transition back into stay-at-home-mommy mode with a few days of substitute teaching and pitching lessons here and there. I'm really feeling confident about myself these days and I am hoping I can keep up this attitude because literally nothing bothers me anymore. No matter how crappy of an attitude people can have or how frustrating things can seem, I'm able to find a way to make it happen and move forward...solo or otherwise. It feels great!

I Need A Maple Tree

"Busy" seems to be an understatement lately. Since taking on my ultimate dream job of coaching High School softball, I find myself juggling daily life even more. I get caught up in trying to catch up instead of making the most of the moment. Guilt is a common emotion as I worry about how much time I'm spending away from my two little boys. I think back to my childhood and wonder were "big" people really this busy all the time? It didn't seem so back then, and it doesn't seem so now looking back. So what am I doing wrong? Maybe I'm just plain worrying about all the small stuff too much. Maybe we aren't getting the quality time that we need when we are all together. We need a Maple tree!
Thinking back to when I was a kid "big" people were busy and they did have a lot on their minds, but somehow we still managed to find time to just hang out under the Maple trees in my Granny's yard. You couldn't find cooler shade on a hot, Summer day and the grass beneath those trees were like cool blankets. I remember the guys coming in for dinner break while baling hay to have a sandwich and some lemonade under those trees. Paw Paw would put a chair in the shade while I played nearby and whittle on sticks that I would find for him. He could make the sharpest point I ever seen. Nothing can beat sitting under those trees and snapping beans and shucking corn picked fresh from the garden until the lightning bugs danced all around. Have you ever smelled freshly shucked corn on a still, starlit sky? It's one of the best things ever!
One of those old trees recently became diseased and had to be cut down. It was a sad thing to see all cut to pieces lying in the yard, helpless and dead. Where will all the whittling and shucking take place now? It will never be the same, but in my back yard is planted a red Maple. I think it's in the perfect spot to teach my boys how to make the sharpest points ever and to snap beans we've just picked from the garden. It's most definitely in the best spot to sit under at night and watch the lightning bugs dance. No, it will never be just the same, but maybe it's just what we need.

Taken By Surprise!

Surprises are usually good things right? It's nice to have someone or something wonderful come about out of the blue without the slightest clue of what's going on. My Aunt and Uncle came through big time in the surprise department. Inside an ordinary cardboard box was a birthday card with well wishes and a statement that read "hope this reminds you of your grandma." Inside was a beautiful hand-stitched quilt that was SO much like the ones she used to make. I could cry thinking about it. It has really made my birthday. I'll spare all of the sappy details, but yes, it does remind me of my grandma in the most wonderful of ways!

I'm Back!

I was 9 years old the first year I discovered softball. The park was just down the street from my house and I would ride my bike to the end of the road and watch from the outfield fence. It was fascinating and the thought of waiting until next year to play was almost more than I could handle. Next year finally came and from the second I stepped onto the field I was hooked! There is absolutely nothing better than the sound of that ball popping the glove, shaking the dust from the leather bindings.
My most important life lessons were learned playing that game. Everything from friendship and teamwork, commitment and work to heartache and loss, self-worth and overcoming the odds. My role as a pitcher taught me a whole lot about leading by example and about getting up when you've been knocked down. To my teammates and coaches that shared that stuff with me over the years - Thank You! It's absolutely one thing I would do again if given the chance.
Now fast forward a smidge over 20 years and I find myself in the coaching role. Eight hundred miles away from home and I'm still in the game. This is one of the greatest things that has happened to me to date (aside from the obvious ones) and no way am I not going to make the most of it. There is a lot of sacrifice involved, but aren't the best things in life the ones you've worked hardest for?
Coaching those girls at Acadiana High makes me feel 15 again! It makes me feel like my true self and I get to share all of the stuff I learned as a player with these girls and watch them "get it." It's right up there with being a parent and watching a child learn something new and want more of it. I have high hopes for what this season will mean not only for them, but myself as well.
What can I say except "I'm Back, Baby!"

Dad and Retirment

First and foremost: Happy New Year! I am looking forward to a brand new start at several things this year, all of which can only happen by my own making. I think my dad is looking forward to the seminar at work next week that will tell them about their new retirement options. I thought it was pretty cool that he was actually talking about slowing down and retiring from his carpentry job until he said he was about ready to give up the cows and the farm too. He probably heard my heart thud as it splattered to the floor while we were talking on the phone. The thought of going down to his place and not seeing any cows or fields literally makes me nauseous at the very thought. Of course I have no intentions of telling him what to do or suggest that he keep it going for my sake, but dear God in Heaven, how my heart will break when there is nothing left on that beautiful piece of land. I keep thinking to myself, maybe he will hold on a little while longer, long enough so my kids will know the feeling of running barefoot through the freshly plowed dirt. Maybe he can hold out another fall so they can fill their noses with the scent of harvest. To be totally honest, I was looking forward to the summer they would be old enough to help paw-paw bale hay in the sweltering heat. Some of my dreams for them will be shattered if he quits all-together.
At the same time, I will be a little relieved if he does slow down. It's hard for a man in his 60's to take care of 120 acres, 40+ head of cattle and hold down a full time job. Oh and did I mention he has to cut all his firewood himself just to keep warm in the winter? So while this lifestyle still holds its romance for me, he absolutely deserves the break. Hopefully I can share most of my childhood with my boys before its all gone.
So cheers to new beginning in a new year, even if it means letting go of those old, comfortable things that we want to hold on to so desperately.