Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Being a Coach's Wife

Being a coach's wife means having months of feeling like a single mom.

Being a coach's wife means going long periods of time without a meaningful conversation with my best friend.

Being a coach's wife means sharing in great joy and deep disappointment based on the team's success.

Being a coach's wife means simultaneously loving and hating your husband's job.

Being a coach's wife means struggling with the antithetical desires for the season to end as soon as possible and for the team to take state.

Being a coach's wife means assisting in fundraising.

Being a coach's wife means attending all home games.

Being a coach's wife means attending the close away games.

Being a coach's wife means letting your kids sleep with you because you are lonely.

Being a coach's wife means sleeping alone until he gets back from far away games at 1 AM.

Being a coach's wife means keeping to yourself at games because you don't know how friendly to be with the parents.

Being a coach's wife means practicing holding your tongue when the ump makes a bad call.

Being a coach's wife means being willing to fight someone who says something rude and negative about him.  Just kidding.  It means practicing holding your tongue in that situation, too.

Being a coach's wife means allowing the entire varsity team into your home for a massive Fortnite squads battle.  Twice.

Being a coach's wife means wearing a lot of Mustang gear.

Being a coach's wife sometimes means keeping the pitch count, because too many kids failed and there's no one on the bench to do it.

Being a coach's wife is awkward, lonely, and often unrewarding.

None of these things are hard and fast rules.  None are things I have to do. They all just come with the territory. You love your husband, so you prepare to help him, support him, and stand up for him.

My coach didn't ask me or expect me to do any of these things. But he's glad that I do.  And now that our season has come to an end for the year, I find myself finally giving in to how much I've missed him.  I cuddle a little closer, I hold him a little tighter, I stay up with him a little longer.  We've got lost time to make up for, after all.

Photo of Coach and his family last season.  Peyton's dirty 'stache is for sure the highlight of the picture.  


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