The 8th grader was called first tonight. He had a blue flower for me. We made our way down the bleachers to the floor for parent’s night.
There were hugs and photos. Last night I dashed out early from a meeting to get to parent’s night on time, only for Hunter to text me en route to say “Sorry Mom. It’s tomorrow.” But Nathan and I were court side again tonight along with Nathan’s parents and my parents. Last night was just the practice run.
What I love most about Hunter’s basketball season this year has been our family surrounding him. I made drastic career changes and have been in the stands for games alongside Nathan weekly. My parents have driven 160 miles, one way, or more to almost all the games. Crazy? No, just devoted and loyal fans of their favorite (and only) grandson. Nathan’s parents have trucked with us to games and also stayed home a few times to babysit the girls. My grandparents, siblings, brother-in-law, uncle and cousins have seen Hunter play this season. It’s just a game but it connects us all on the rural prairie.