I know how it feels

So I found out last night (after I made the last post) that not only did the little athlete make a tackle, but he made THREE tackles!! And, one of them was at 4th and goal!! I see colleges lining up and scholarships being offered! I see Sports Illustrated calling up (and no cracks about the swim suit issue!) and the Wheaties people calling! I see ...... OK, I'm sane now. I'm clearing my head ..... NOW I see those tiny little guys (cuz it IS the C team and they aren't huge) rolling the football instead of kicking it in the air. I see the receiver letting it drop and roll in front of him instead of catching it. (an aside --- you should be SO impressed that I know what a receiver is and what he should be doing!) I see almost as many fumbles as I see tackles. Well, that's pretty much what I SAW last night but, hey -- it was the first time for almost every one of those boys to play and I still think they did a great job! And who knows -- he could still get a scholarship - for his grades, I hope.
So the dh called last night (he's in Boston) and I told him about the game. Well, I told him as much as I was able about the game before I turned the phone over to the pro. He told him all about every play and every pass (I think he left out the fumbles and rolls). Before he handed the phone back to me he said, "It was a great game, Dad. You should've been there." Ouch.
As soon as I put the phone to my ear the dh said, "A dagger in my heart." Yep, I know how he feels. And I would further say that I believe most moms know how it feels. Ouch. Sometimes you just can't win. I still hear about the birthday that I missed when I went to visit my brother and his family in England one year. Ouch. Gee whiz, the kid had like 13 birthdays before then and almost that many since!!! I just missed ONE! And I'll have you know that I have gone out of my way to NOT mention the fact that SHE spent a couple of those away from me! It's not important where she was (college) -- she chose to not be here! So there!
This is another topic that could go on for days -- Mommy guilt. But as I'm getting older I'm getting a thicker skin. I also realize that stuff happens and sometimes you can only do so much. For the rest I say, "Add it to the book". They'll have a whole set of encyclopedias one day.
Oh, and to ease the pain in the dh's heart -- I let him know that I videotaped the game for him. Am I a great wife or what?