But the 1st time that I cried yesterday is what still has my heart reeling. I was just finishing up in the Ziggi's drive-thru on my way to school when I got a text from Chez (the sweet face that coaches with Houdini and me.) She said something about a poem that brought her to tears. I asked her what she was talking about and she told me to check my email. So I drove about a block and then pulled over to check my email on my phone. It was an email from the dad of one of my "C" Team girls. Apparently she had a poem assignment for her 6th grade Language Arts class a few weeks ago, and the topic for her poem was ... um ... me!! The dad prefaced the poem by telling me that his daughter has no idea that he was sending it to me so I have to go around pretending that it didn't happen. Seriously?? Ugh!! But because I love her so much, I am willing to play dumb!! <sigh> Ok, here goes....
My volleyball coach
Although she yells and screams and scolds,
Inside she has a heart of gold.
She pushes us to do our best,
And puts our volleyball skills to the test.
She tells us constantly to move our feet,
So we can be true athletes.
She loves us all,
We love her back,
She knows what were good at and what we lack.
But All the time something inside,
Hurts her but still up she climbs
She gives everything she has for us,
that shows she's really selfless.
She doesn't sit, she doesn't give up,
She gives everything she has to us.
And with her help and all the rest,
We try to always do our best.
We won't lose,
Not today,
That's because we're PRA.
Although she yells and screams and scolds,
Inside she has a heart of gold.
She pushes us to do our best,
And puts our volleyball skills to the test.
She tells us constantly to move our feet,
So we can be true athletes.
She loves us all,
We love her back,
She knows what were good at and what we lack.
But All the time something inside,
Hurts her but still up she climbs
She gives everything she has for us,
that shows she's really selfless.
She doesn't sit, she doesn't give up,
She gives everything she has to us.
And with her help and all the rest,
We try to always do our best.
We won't lose,
Not today,
That's because we're PRA.
Her teacher had better have given her an A for that or that teacher and I are gonna go rounds!!
Yeah, I'm a blubbering idiot again. I'd really like to be able to blame the cold weather that came in last night, but I can't. I blame HER!! ;) ... in the best possible way, of course.
Today I am down to 7 spoons total. Our semi-final playoff match is 48 miles away but I only have to drive to the school and back home. Houdini will drive me to and from the match (Thank God!!). I still haven't showered, and I'm not entirely sure if I will. I may just spackle my face and don a hat. I really really hate RSD ... I hate cold weather ... I hate that my girls have to see this side of me. But the fact that they recognize, to an extent, what it is that I go through for them humbles me.
I have faith that I will suck it up and deal today ... again. I have faith that I will find a way to manage the few spoons that I have so that I can be fully present in today's activities. I have faith that another trip to Ziggi's will help get my head right, which will force my body to follow suit. I have faith that I will keep my friends close and my meds closer. And I have faith that I will re-read this poem 2 or 3 more times, tears included, to remind myself why I do what I do!! Painbedamned, I am a warrior, a fighter, a survivor, and a coach!!
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