There are certain times in life when routine events feel momentous.
When you stop and notice because you think -- wow -- have I made it to
this point in my life? For example, I remember setting the table in our
house in Hawaii shortly after being married and feeling like I was
playing house. Was I really grown up enough for this? Didn't I used to
watch my mom do this? Or the first time you use your wedding china.
Again, I remember thinking, this can't be real - I have china?!?
So,
a few weekends ago, I was getting Ella ready for soccer and was struck
with the same feeling. It will certainly become an ordinary, mundane
task as I get the kids ready for who knows how many weekend sports
activities over the years to come. But something stopped me as I was
grabbing her water bottle, putting on her shin guards, and herding us
all out to the car. Again, I felt like I was pretending to be a mommy
-- getting my kid all ready just as I had watched my
own parents do a number of times. I was also hit with the realization
that we have fully hit family/suburban/"soccer on saturdays" life. Yikes.
All
of this was over a soccer practice that does not involve games, and
during which Ella largely spends her time shuffling around in the
grass. But hey, we all have to start somewhere, right? :)