It's a Saturday.
And we are beginning to become accustomed to watching "sissy's" soccer games.
The boys, while not 100% loving it, they comply.
And comply is a really good word these days.
They sit.
Or play.
And most of all, remember to stay close to us.
The first few games, I have to admit, it was hard to actually watch the games.
Constantly keeping a close eye on the boys.
They don't understand it is NOT ok to just run onto the field.
They don't understand that there are vehicles driving all around and safety is a big concern.
Like all kids, they test their limits here and there.
And slowly, we see ourselves able to watch more of the actual game.
And less watching of the boys.
This doesn't come without notice.
It's what most people don't even take into consideration when going to their kid's soccer games.
This specific Saturday was one close to the end of the outdoor season.
Francis and Jojo start running around.
Ever so slowly, Francis pushes his limits once again.
Running further and further away.
I wait for a few seconds to see what he will do.
It becomes obvious that he isn't turning around on his own.
I holler his name from the distance.
He stops.
He turns and looks at me.
I wave my hand and gesture for him to come back closer to us.
And do you know what happened?
He did!
Just like that.
He did!!!
You are probably reading this thinking why is she getting so excited about something as minuscule as this?
Because it's NOT minuscule in the slightest.
In retrospect, it was a BIG DAMN DEAL.
While I won't go into all the details in this blog post, I will say this...
In that instance...
I saw our "imaginery" string we have tied to us and our sons get a little bit looser.
I saw positive results of a couple months of bonding between us and our sons.
I saw a very tiny breath of fresh air hit my mouth allowing me to breath a sigh of relief.
If only in that instant...
...it was good and I need to hold on to the "good" right now.
