I'm Nervous

Christine is a 9th grader on the JV team. She was asked last night at practice to suit up for the varsity lacrosse game tonight. She is soooo excited. And I'm sooooo nervous.

You Go Chrissy!

Follow up: She suited up, but didn't have to play. But she was READY. She enjoyed being a part of it on the sidelines and lining up to shake hands with the other team afterwards. She was visible to the coaches and a part of the girls. They led the whole game until the last 20 seconds and then lost by one. She plays goalie. When we got there she was warming up with the boys varsity goalie. That didn't sit so well with her dad. Hahaha! (He's having an interesting time with this growing up thing.)

Yes, I know. The goalie. She LOVES it. You mothers of goalies understand. Being the mother of a goalie means you would wish to bite your nails (or maybe you do!), sit on the edge of your seat. Cringe when they take direct shots. Pack them in ice when they come home. Luckily she has a pretty good head about it: she understands that she is the last line of defense and if the opposing team scores her team's defense didn't do their job. But a goalie mom just hopes they block every single one so you don't feel like decking the rude fans in the bleachers when they blame everything on the goalie.

We stayed for the varsity boys game afterwards, (It was a tournament that our school hosts every year), while Chris did her booth assignment. THAT is a completely different game! We had fun visiting with friends in the stands and stayed warm with our quilts. COLD!