Saturday morning we had our first basketball games of the season, and as usual, we were in chaos-mode as we shlepped to Carson for the girls game, took a break at McDonald’s between games, and then to Rann for the boys game.  Both locations had their own crazy factors–Carson with its limited space that fed my claustrophobia, and Rann with its extra space that fed my ADD, with mini-basketball games picking up all around me.  But, after all the games were over, and I finally let out that sigh of relief as our “real day” could begin, I caught a series of moments out of the corner of my eye that made my heart smile…

When time was called, my youngest looked to me for approval and then sprinted at full speed into Coach Dad’s waiting arms.  The catapult caught my husband a little off guard, but he was rewarded by a very genuine squeeze hug that lasted as he talked to friends and other parents on the walk out the door.  Almost simultaneously, my seven-year-old was greeted with several “good games” and high fives from onlookers, all grandparents, friends, and parents of his fellow teammates–and all onlookers that might have watched his dad play a few games through the years.  And finally, as the coaches left the court, one quickly scrimmaged with my daughter, stealing the ball, and teasing her with a basket.  She in turn made an “I’ll get you!” face as she tried to retrieve her lost ball…

It was such a quick moment, and I’m sure a moment that could happen in The Big City too, but I loved the closeness in that second–the tight knit feel that our little Small Town gives me almost everyday.  The tight knit feel that we moved back home to give our kids, and the tight knit feel that makes me like and even enjoy those Chaotic Saturday Sports Mornings…