I’ve been a high school sports parent for the last 10 years. In the next month it’s coming to an end. Friday night I was sitting in the bleachers watching my daughter get introduced before her soccer game. As she ran out on the field, I started to cry. I didn’t know why, it just hit me like a ton of bricks.
She was playing against a high school that included a couple of her club teammates. Girls that I’ve seen grow up alongside of her.
My wife gave me the look of “what is going on with you”…I have a feeling that she will give me the same look over the next four months before she walks on stage to get her diploma.
Last week I ran into her high school school coach following a win at Chandler high school. He and I haven’t visited once over the last three years that she has played. My wife and I believe in being the worker-bee parents, not the ones that are wanting explanations about HIS team.
Her coach and I stood outside of the stadium for over a half hour getting caught up on my daughters college plans and how soccer will continue for her. It was a pleasant discussion that I probably should’ve had three years ago.
The point is, it goes fast. You may already know this, but if you haven’t been through the high school years as a sports parent yet, you will have a completely different view of the sports world.
