I'm finding it hard today to put the positive spin on the things that unfolded yesterday. I'm left bug eyed and on the verge of tears, and just when I think I'm ok, I'm not.
Crushed.
Feeling like I put my heart and soul into something and feeling so proud, and those feelings being shattered in an instant.
Yesterday ended our volleyball season, our 2-3 night/week 2 hour practices, our 10 tournaments, our 6 months of blood, sweat and tears. And while our girls played at their very best this weekend,I can't help but wonder what I did wrong.
What would make 4 out of my 10 girls leave without 'good bye'. What would make a mother tear her daughter away for the 6 girls that were waiting to take a team picture and just keep walking. What would make someone think a 'thank you' is too much to say to someone who has spent 6 months with your child.
I can't get these questions out of my head. Am I being irrational? Too emotional? Did the 90+ temps in the gym get to me?
It is not just volleyball that we coach them, it's respect, loyalty,independence, teamwork just to name a few. And to have taught them respect, I am left disappointed.
In our final huddle before The End as I push back the tears but they come anyway I say to them " We are so proud and so honored to be your coaches and we will miss you all " One by one they start to tear.
Never underestimate the power of, 'Thank You'.