It has taken me over 2 weeks to admit this to anyone, even my husband. Actually, I haven't even told him yet. Once you read this, erase it from your brain. You are not allowed to question me or ever bring it up again.
Well, for the first practice, we arrived to find a school friend on the team. I thought, "I don't remember seeing a school friend on the roster?" I dismissed it and thought he must have signed up late. I sent Catie to the coach on Court 2, watched him check to see if he had her name, and stayed for her practice. Truth be told, I usually walked the overhead track and watched simultaneously, stopping at the rare occasion that it was Catie's turn to shoot, giving a quick thumbs up, and continuing on. That's what Moms of the Year do, right? We were on time, even early for practices. We practiced like champs for 3 solid weeks.
At the end of the 3rd practice, just as Catie was getting the hang of actually reaching the goal with the ball and really enjoying her brand new teammates, the Family Life Center Director approached me and said, "Um, we don't have a uniform for Catie on this team, but that team does." She pointed to the team we had practiced next to for 3 solid weeks...on Court 1. The team with a lot of short people, a.k.a. 4-year-olds.
"Is there any chance we can just play with this team?"
"No. The teams are full, sorry."
"And you think they'd notice?"
"Yea. The teams are all full."
I stood in the middle of the court staring at Catie frolicking with her new buds on her team, dreading having to break the news. I lied and told her this new team was so much better and practiced much better than hers. It would be so much fun. She didn't buy it. There was one sweet girl on the team, which was a plus (who has not attended a practice or game since that day). We finished up practice with our "new" team long enough to get the last minute "1-2-3 Hornets!" huddle at the end.
So there it is. We currently practice with the Hornets on Court 1...with the short kids. Games are at the crack of dawn each Saturday. Catie's 5-year-old maturity combined with her mad dribbling skills have proven an asset to her new team. Sure, most of practice is spent with half of the team on their backs while spinning in circles, the other half sipping their apple juice, but it has been fun. She really does have great coaches. Last game, one of them pulled me aside and said, "I am just so proud of Catie! She is so shy and quiet, but she got out there and really gave it her all today." Shy and quiet....sure...and I'm Jennifer Lopez.
Lesson: Pay attention, Mom-of-the-Year.