Tuesday thoughts

                                             Wow .... look at those eyes.  All 4 of them.   That's all I can say .... it leaves me speechless.

     On to my "after" which is also now my "current"---- I decided to work from home today so that I could spend a few hours with Son #1 before he drove back to school.  

I guess maybe I should have asked him to clear his schedule for that, too.  He spent several hours visiting his teachers at the high school.  He had a good time.  I waited for him.  Such is a mother's lot in life.  Sigh.  (Can you hear the violins playing?)

     I did go to lunch at a friend's house.  This is a woman whom I've liked for a while but don't know very well.  She's much younger than I am and has been very good at sending me cards and notes and letting me know that I'm in her thoughts.  A couple of days ago she asked me if I would be her "mentor mom".  I was so honored and surprised.  It stuns me that someone would ask that .... that someone would ---- the only word I can think of is "honor" me with that.

She has a 4 year old son and a 6 month old daughter and she's a lovely, lovely woman -- inside and out.  

I said I would be honored and today we had lunch at her house ---  the beginning of what I hope will be a very long and wonderful relationship.  God is good.

     But that doesn't mean I still don't ask Him"why".  Today I saw this and the only thing I could think of is "why"?  Why do You allow some horrible people to be blessed with children while other wonderful people go without?  Why do You allow children to live like this?

Just another "why" to add to the list, I guess.

     My jaw is sore and my face is swollen .... it's quite lovely.  Hopefully I will feel much better by morning.  

Son #3's game went well ..... we tied.  Son #3 made an awesome tackle tonight!!  He did a great job.

And then something happened on the field which I, not being even a little bit knowledgeable about the game, did not notice.  But the coach did.  And then he did something that made me think, "Hold my hoops!" and if he ever does it again he'll be wearing my hoops.

He grabbed my son by the front of his jersey and pulled him off of the field.  Not gently and not constructively, but harshly and angrily.  He grabbed him with one hand and pointed his finger in his face and shook his fist in his face.  Again, I was stunned (as was my mom).  I seem to get stunned a lot lately.  I had been watching him on the field and no idea what he had done, or not done.

I didn't find out until after the game when I asked my son about it.  "Oh," he said, "I stood in the wrong spot."  

What?  Are you kidding me?!  Thankfully, the coach was nowhere near us when he told me and I didn't see him before we left.  I know that if I said what I wanted to say, Son #3 would not play another moment on the team.  Son #3 was also angry at the man's reaction, but wisely did not say what was on his mind at the moment, either.  I told him that there are some times in our lives when we just say, "Yes, sir".  That man had no right to lay a hand on my child and no right to act that way, but he is the man in charge of the team, so I will give him one pass.

But if he ever touches him again ........ hell hath no fury like a mama bear.