What a difference a week makes. A week ago my son and his team were in the semi-finals for the tennis state championships. The next day their high school, Regis Jesuit, won the state championship title. And, my son and his tennis partner won state at #1 doubles. This weekend is all about
weekending with my son.
This doubles team was favored to win having won the state championship the previous two years at #2 doubles. However, that didn’t remove the parent’s stress. So proud of the team’s state title. The husband and wife coaching duo worked tirelessly to get the team mentally and physically prepared for state playoffs.
When I wake up, yeah I know I’m gonna be…
This was my son’s last high school tennis season.
Weekending with my son was a chance to reflect on all of his (and the family’s) time on and off the court for the past 10 + years.
As players and/or spectators, depending on the tournament, our kids learned the power of respect.
…respect their coaches, equipment, opponents, themselves and the sport.
And, always, always carry your own tennis bag. #lifelessons
The only time I was really nervous was watching my son’s interview.
Sometimes he mixes up his prepositions & adverbs which can make for a funny and highly edited video.
They got a little local coverage. You don’t have to watch this. This is more for my blog archives. ha!
After the parents celebrated the win, my son and I took off for our second annual mother-son trip to NYC over the school’s mini fall break.
When I go out, yeah I know I’m gonna be…
Weekending with my son
We walked miles and crossed bridges and parks and along the way we had miles of conversations filled with adverbs and prepositions and laughs.
At some point, I realized I could not get the Proclaimers’ song out of my head…
I would walk 500 miles …
and I would walk 500 more ..
On our last night, we went and saw Dear Evan Hansen.
It was the perfect show to cap off our mother-son weekend.
Following the performance, we found a bakery at 10:45 pm.
We might have purchased a frosted brownie, a chocolate chip cookie and a Red Velvet cupcake after the show.
Here’s my takeaway from my weekend with my son: take a trip with your child.
It can be five miles or five hours from home. It might be for two nights or four hours.
But get away from your everyday environment.
Explore a new park in your city or check out a divey restaurant to sample different foods.
The one on one time with my teenage son was priceless. And, I realized we could do a very similar trip 12 miles from our home; to get away from the everyday noise and routine.
Walking around NYC proved to be a great bonding opportunity because it’s hard to text and walk simultaneously.
Thank you for indulging me with this mom moment! #proudmom
And, I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more …
PS. I know the lyrics don’t match the mother-son weekend, but if you substitute mom for the man it might work.
I’m going to be the (mom) who’s growing old with you
Or it just got really creepy. #stoppingnow #momstop
Are you singing it now? #weekending