Last night was Madeline's first basketball practice. I won't say that she's a natural but man she had fun. Noah and I had fun watching too. I t wasn't my pl;an to stay for the whole practice, but that's how it worked out. We were pretty highly entertained. Within the first ten minutes after some name learning games, the coach said "Alright, we're a team now." They threw in right then and there and did their first 1-2-3 TEAM.
Yes, I got misty eyed.
I'm happy for her to be part of something like this. I'm happy that I'm able to allow her to be part of this. Believe me, no one is more thankful for me to see how our lives have turned out. If you had been around in the beginning all of this would have been questionable. You would have thought perhaps not possible.
I loved my children desperately And I was a damn good mother. But here were many weeks and months where I didn't know if my love for them was going to go beyond the basics.
Then we left. Suddenly and by cover of night. Me, my two year old, my six month old, rescued by my brother who had just completed his very first plane ride an hour before hand. I always say it was all very Lifetime movie.
On Halloween, I will have been back in Ohio for 7 years. I've now been home longer than I was gone. When I first came back, even after I was back up on my own two feet, I often worried about what kind of life I was going to be able to give my kids. But seven years later and we're doing more than okay. I am very, very grateful for all that I have, all that I can give them, and the love that I can show them that is not over shadowed by so many other things as it would have been if we stayed in Nevada.
While Noah played math games on my phone, and Madeline dribbled and giggled and ran her little heart out, I sat on that cold, hard middle school gym floor and reflected on how awesomely far the three of us have come. We make a freaking sweet team, my kids and I!