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the couch watching cartoons. I can barely open my eyes. I am moving slowly today, I think a snail can beat me in a race right now. Someone please help me up these stairs. I close my bedroom door and get ready.
I jump in the shower to help me wake up. I need to shots of espresso. Why am I so tired? When I managed to get my act together and hurry along, I slip on a flannel t-shirt dress and cowboy boots. I pull my hair into a pony tail and walk back to the living room. Jordan just came in from letting Mufasa and Mulan use the bathroom and now he’s feeding them. What a good son. I fix Jocelyn hair and put make-up on her for her cheer competition. Today will be the last day for her cheer and Jordan’s championship is today. Before leaving the house I made sure Jocelyn had her pom-poms and Jordan had his helmet and pads.
We stop by Denny’s to have breakfast. Some of Jordan’s football teammates are there with their parents. At times I get sad for him as I watch how he observes his teammates’ parents. Everyone in his team has a mother and father, and he feels left out. I can give him my love and every material thing possible, but my heart still aches because one thing he needs, I can’t provide. He needs that guy figure in his life like any teenage boy. I pull him towards me and I kiss his head. He looks up at me with his eyes glistening; he fakes a smile to let me know he’s alright but I know he isn’t. I’m his mother. I know him too well.
When we arrived at the game, it’s very chaotic; mothers pretend they do not notice their kids acting up, fathers are howling at the coaches, coaches are yelling at the referees, and the referees are calling fouls on the players. Jordan runs to his teammates, while Jocelyn helps me with the folding chairs. Some of the mothers chit chats with me, gossiping about the news going on in Baytown. And of course the biggest gossiper in Baytown is here running her mouth. Martha. Martha. Do I need to say more?
That’s one thing about small towns; everybody will know about your personal life whether you want them to or not. When you tell one person your deepest secrets, the whole town will hear about it, and the story will be twisted by the time it gets back to you. I sit there listening prudently while watching Jordan play. I do not like to get mixed up in all the hoopla, because I would never want anyone whispering about me.
After the snap, the quarterback throws the football to Jordan; he catches it, runs for the end zone and makes a touchdown. Excited for my son, I jump up leaping for joy. Me jumping up shocked Martha; causing her to jump back and the folding chair falls backwards. As much as I wanted to laugh at her for being messy, I decide to be nice and help her. During another play, Jordan gets tackled hard by the safety, causing him to hit the ground resulting in a fumble. He lies on the ground and doesn’t move for a good minute. I rush to his aid. He gets up slowly and is embarrassed by my actions.
“Mom I’m alright. Why did you come running like that? Quit babying me.” He walks away from me and heads back to the sideline with his teammates.
I felt like someone just pierced a knife through my heart. I never intended to embarrass him. Moisture starts to form, but I stiffen my eyes making sure the tears don’t fall. I head back to my seat, sit down; pull Jocelyn to sit on me and I hold her tight.
“Mom, you’re holding me too tight.”
Loosening my grip, I kiss Jocelyn on her cheek and continue to watch the game. At half time, Jocelyn and I stand in the concession stand line, and fathers eye me. I hate it when men disrespect their wives like that. They talk loud to get my attention, but I just roll my eyes. I continue to hold Jocelyn’s hand, wishing the line would move faster. After we eat our nachos, Jocelyn gets sleepy, so she sits on my lap and takes a nap. During the second half, Jordan makes two more touchdowns, and each
I jump in the shower to help me wake up. I need to shots of espresso. Why am I so tired? When I managed to get my act together and hurry along, I slip on a flannel t-shirt dress and cowboy boots. I pull my hair into a pony tail and walk back to the living room. Jordan just came in from letting Mufasa and Mulan use the bathroom and now he’s feeding them. What a good son. I fix Jocelyn hair and put make-up on her for her cheer competition. Today will be the last day for her cheer and Jordan’s championship is today. Before leaving the house I made sure Jocelyn had her pom-poms and Jordan had his helmet and pads.
We stop by Denny’s to have breakfast. Some of Jordan’s football teammates are there with their parents. At times I get sad for him as I watch how he observes his teammates’ parents. Everyone in his team has a mother and father, and he feels left out. I can give him my love and every material thing possible, but my heart still aches because one thing he needs, I can’t provide. He needs that guy figure in his life like any teenage boy. I pull him towards me and I kiss his head. He looks up at me with his eyes glistening; he fakes a smile to let me know he’s alright but I know he isn’t. I’m his mother. I know him too well.
When we arrived at the game, it’s very chaotic; mothers pretend they do not notice their kids acting up, fathers are howling at the coaches, coaches are yelling at the referees, and the referees are calling fouls on the players. Jordan runs to his teammates, while Jocelyn helps me with the folding chairs. Some of the mothers chit chats with me, gossiping about the news going on in Baytown. And of course the biggest gossiper in Baytown is here running her mouth. Martha. Martha. Do I need to say more?
That’s one thing about small towns; everybody will know about your personal life whether you want them to or not. When you tell one person your deepest secrets, the whole town will hear about it, and the story will be twisted by the time it gets back to you. I sit there listening prudently while watching Jordan play. I do not like to get mixed up in all the hoopla, because I would never want anyone whispering about me.
After the snap, the quarterback throws the football to Jordan; he catches it, runs for the end zone and makes a touchdown. Excited for my son, I jump up leaping for joy. Me jumping up shocked Martha; causing her to jump back and the folding chair falls backwards. As much as I wanted to laugh at her for being messy, I decide to be nice and help her. During another play, Jordan gets tackled hard by the safety, causing him to hit the ground resulting in a fumble. He lies on the ground and doesn’t move for a good minute. I rush to his aid. He gets up slowly and is embarrassed by my actions.
“Mom I’m alright. Why did you come running like that? Quit babying me.” He walks away from me and heads back to the sideline with his teammates.
I felt like someone just pierced a knife through my heart. I never intended to embarrass him. Moisture starts to form, but I stiffen my eyes making sure the tears don’t fall. I head back to my seat, sit down; pull Jocelyn to sit on me and I hold her tight.
“Mom, you’re holding me too tight.”
Loosening my grip, I kiss Jocelyn on her cheek and continue to watch the game. At half time, Jocelyn and I stand in the concession stand line, and fathers eye me. I hate it when men disrespect their wives like that. They talk loud to get my attention, but I just roll my eyes. I continue to hold Jocelyn’s hand, wishing the line would move faster. After we eat our nachos, Jocelyn gets sleepy, so she sits on my lap and takes a nap. During the second half, Jordan makes two more touchdowns, and each
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