Friday night Volleyball SOL 22/19

We were sitting on those hard wooden benches at the first Friday night of the Volleyball high school season. It’s El Chico’s last year of high school volleyball. Are we sad? We, as in mi amor and I. Maybe a little.

You see, it’s Friday night after a long day of work. Then drive clear across the city to get lost for 15 minutes before finding our way. Then it’s a 5pm game. No dinner. Win. 7 pm game. Win. Drive hour home. Eat. Sleep.  Tomorrow repeat.  It’s exhausting!  And I’m not even playing!

But it has been a very good run.  El Chico has really enjoyed it and we are there to support him.  We love watching him play. It’s really fun.  This year he’s the captain and it’s cool to see him out there trying to rally his troops. But then again, we’ve watched him play for seven years.  That’s a long time.  So we aren’t really sad.  “We” are ready to move on.  At least I am, and I keep telling mi amor that he is too.

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Buenos dias! Born in Bogota, Colombia, moved to Nashville, TN at 4 years old, learned English in Kinder, live in the Chicago area with husband and our 3 handsome Colombian muchachos and love being an ESL teacher.

7 thoughts on “Friday night Volleyball SOL 22/19”

  1. I always wondered if my dad ever felt tired of coming to my softball games and tournaments when I was younger. He came to all of them. And it was a lot. My daughter just started playing last year and I was exhausted after that first season. I’m not sure I’m going to make it if she plays for years!

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  2. My son played basketball for years and years. I thought I would be really glad when he graduated and was finished, and I was, but now, about five years later, I really miss those days. Enjoy these last few months!

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