When does a mother stop being a mother? My bet would be never. So why is it considered strange I'm the only parent to ever turn up to Liddy's games? Star sings; Liddy plays football. I go to concerts & stand on sidlines privately wondering [because we don't want to set a bad example now, do we?] if the ref needs to borrow my glasses.
So soccer is what I did Saturday, for a lack~lustre game. Liddy picked me up & we chatted about nothing important all the way into Runcorn. I sat in the sunshine & shivered as the wind slithered through the gaps & cheered when my girl put in those lovely crosses the way she does & asked her where my goal was [no pressure, girlie, but that is why I come to watch] & congratulated the rest of the team .
Ten weeks & counting down. Why would I not go to watch? She will still be playing in Chile but I won't be there to see. It will be down to skype ~ if the connection doesn't drop out. Everything in her life I will know second hand. Only so much time is vouschafed any parent ~ & it goes all too fast. I am numbering the days because there are all too few of them left.