
Welp, the winter season for my son’s soccer has officially started! Running late behind holiday traffic and Jared pouting because he doesnt want to be late for the first game so im speeding but we made it…
Im NERVOUS because his father is “suppose” to come today…. God knows that I had my fingers, toes, hair, eyelashes, arms and EVERY AND ANYTHING that could be crossed…indeed crossed…. He was excited and hoping and praying that his father could finally see him play at a soccer game. So, Here we go after the whistle blows………….

So far so good….everyone was in moving and kicking and blocking and already…im tired of video recording and taking massive photos! LOL It is nobody’s fault but mine because I indeed obsess over getting a photo of ANYTHING my son is doing! I can tell that my son is trying to play soccer and also watch the entrance door at the same time to see if his father was coming….it made me a little sad because we both talked about it and felt that he wasnt coming… I mean he is 9 years old so why should he expect anything different now? It would be LOVELY to see but……

Now we are already about 15 minutes into the game and both teams were about to do a jump ball and Jared was in the middle for his team’s side when the referee was talking to him and pointing to Jared’s feet with the tip of his own shoes. Now I must be honest…I didnt want to be psycho mom but I was getting upset because this referee I HAD TO HAVE WORDS with over the summer because he was being picky with Jared because he was the tallest player on his team….he felt that Jared should go a little easy on the opposing teams who were deemed smaller than him.. OF COURSE I LET HIM HAVE IT…..in a lady like and Christian manner but I indeed spoke my peace with the super duper young referee….

Anyway…. the issue was the Jared had on spikes on a “gymnasium service” and spikes are for “outside”…well since we were rushing to get to the game..I had to make 2 stops since I am the team mom and I had to grab snacks and papers etc.. I didnt think about what was on his feet…..as long as they were ANY KIND of his Addidas shoes I was fine… Well to see my son coming off of the floor crying..I felt horrid because not only does he LOVE soccer… I felt his embarrassment and feeling of being left out..and not being able to play.. then by now the game was more than half over and his father still didnt make it to the center where he was playing.. so to say the LEAST my son’s emotions were ALL OVER THE PLACE…

My mom and sister were there always supporting my son in his activities but they also found themselves trying their best to cool me down because they saw that I WAS FURIOUS….seeing my son hurt like that just made me want to hurt something or someone..and by his father not being there really disrupted Jared’s regular playing style and ability….it was like he was stuck and just going along like a robot.. I am glad that they were there to help me stay calm so that I was able to deal with Jared’s double emotions going on….
So after I calmed Jared down…I ran to the car grabbed him a pair of regular tennis shoes and I was soooooooooo grateful that my mom and dad always taught me and my siblings to always keep extra pairs of EVERYTHING in the trunk of the car and double that if we had kids! Jared was too happy when he remembered that he had tennis shoes in the car ….he put them on and went back to the game…
My sister and mom was really enjoying themselves….They usually are at Jared’s Taekwondo sessions and OVERLY HOT baseball games but to have them at Soccer and watching them root Jared on was soo cute!

So while Im taking photos of my baby playing soccer…. my girlfriend’s son walks up to me and says..hi Aunt Val…I was floored because the last time I saw him was about 2 years ago and he was MUCH shorter.. He grew up to be even more handsome..

So of course my next question was…wow are you here to play and where is your mom…. He giggled and advised me that his mom would be coming in the door in a few minutes….I was hoping so because Jared’s team was on a water break and I wanted to see her..
Well she came in..and said hello to me and hugged my mom and then grabbed Jared! It was nice to see her crazy butt!


iI really was having a nice time just talking and fellowshipping with the other Soccer Moms and Dads but my heart was VERY sad because Jared of course was looking around for his father but to no avail….he still hadnt showed up… and I was thinking.. how in the world am I going to deal with this today…it is VERY draining dealing with son’s emotions when it comes to his father being absent.. It is very hurtful and when my baby hurts OF COURSE I hurt…so does my mom…sister..and my daughter… I mean Jared is only a baby! My mom and ESPCIALLY my oldest sister Noreen…..boy oh boy!! Is she VERY protective of her nephew..he is like her son big time..

So by this time the game is in its last 2 minutes and me and my girlfriend catch up on life and ministry things and while we were talking..I was standing with my back turned and she said my son’s father’s last name really loud and I turned and lo and behold..it was HIS FATHER!!!!!!!!!! >>> inside…I was soooo shocked BUT ever SOO GLAD FOR MY SON….. I was like wow… A MIRACLE!

Here is the PROOF!!!! He actually indeed came…………..( I was soooooooo happy for my son…you have NO IDEA!! ) I am STILL in shock and it has been at least 7 hours later… but nonetheless and the MOST important thing is that my baby was happy…..even if its for a moment… this is only the 2nd thing that he has come to in 9 years!!!! So im glad and it makes it all worth it.. I prayed and I will continue to pray that this is the beginning of “the right thing”………..
Whew… >> im indeed doing the happy dance right now….. because I have a glimpse of hope that a father and son unification may have the potential of happening…… FUNNY