While digging through miscellaneous tidbits in my digital files this weekend I stumbled into an interesting tidbit I'm not excatly sure when I originally drafted it. It did ring an interesting chord with me and I wanted to share.
Life is like the local neighborhood football game. The teams constantly change from week to week. Some friends stay and some strangers flow in and out like the tide. You don't always like them, they don't always like you, but we all try and respect the game. Just like life, and it's unexpectedness, we sometimes are lucky enough for a curve ball to be thrown at us. This curve ball can come in the shape of spouses, kids and family. My struggle at the moment lies in the spouse.
Playing football with family can just be complicated. Sometimes it just seems like you are playing on the same team and sometimes it's opposing teams. There are days when one of us plays quarterback and the other the receiver or linebacker. Trying to support and bolster each other, of course. Then you click, and one second they're next to you and the next you are eye to eye with them through the bars of the helmet. Keeping in mind that this is backyard football, you remind yourself that you still love them, no matter what team they're on. You also have to remind yourself that it is in love that you want to smash them into the gridiron. That's the game right?
I had a moment this weekend when my football player seemed to turn in his jersey for a cheese head and a spot in the stands. I said, well two can play at this game, just think of me as an annoying cheerleader planted right in front of your seat asking you to do the wave and scream 'we will rock you' over, and over, and over and over again.
Don't you just love cheerleaders?
