Oh my gosh! The kids did such an awesome job in their gymnastic meet!
But before I get to that, I must share a moment in the life of Stu. A private moment between father and son, but one I feel needs to be shared…because we all have those moments where we feel like a failure, whether it is out of our control or not.
Seems like I have more than my fair share but life isn’t fair either!
Brandon said he needed a pair of black shorts for his meet. But he told me Friday night after we go out to eat with some friends, which ended too late to go shopping anywhere but Walmart. And well, of course, they have no shorts. Of course not…it’s freaking winter!
Friday night we stayed up real late playing Uno and woke up a little later than I wanted and it took a bit to get him out of the bed. Here it is 9:30 on Saturday morning and we are leaving to find shorts so he can compete at 11:00.
It’s raining cats and dogs. I mean pouring down like a waterfall. We make it to Monroe and get off at the mall exit only to see a sign that says high water. So I watch the car in front of us. They make it through. I’m like well if they can we can too. I’ve gone through much deeper water in my old Cavalier (story for another day) and my Probe but this car is…well…a piece of crap.
We made it through the high water but as we were turning onto the road my car stalls. There are cars coming from behind. I turn on the flashers real quick.
I tell Brandon to call his mom and let her know about the situation.
And just as a 18 wheeler is coming off the interstate my car starts and runs long enough to get off the road. Brandon’s sort of freaking out. And he wants to walk to the gas station to get out of a car that won’t run and wait for his mom.
I tell him we can’t leave the car here. After multiple attempts the cars starts and makes it to the gas station before stalling again. I give Brandon my debit card so he can go inside and get breakfast.
When he comes back I have lost it. I have tears streaming down my face because I felt like a failure. He asked me why I was crying. So I told him.
And at 10 he’s smarter than me apparently. He just says dad its ok. It’s not your fault and I don’t have to compete.
I’m like no son. You are supposed to compete. I have let you down and I’m sorry. I’m supposed to buy you shorts, get you to your competition and watch you win your trophies, medals or whatever they give out for being the best.
Then he does what I always do. He takes the blame by saying it is his fault for not waking up early enough. If he had, we would not have had to go through the water.
After much discussion, we finally agree its neither of our faults and he goes back inside the gas station.
My car finally starts and stays running at 10:30. It stays running this time. Leaving the car running, I go get him from inside, tell him to text his mom to let her know we are going to make it somehow and with shorts.
Target is just down the road. We make it, walk to the boys section and find one pair of shorts that are not designed like biker shorts. They are his size…the only pair. Brandon goes my prayer worked dad!
In and out in less than 5 minutes. We make it to the meet with 5 minutes to spare. He changes clothes just as his mom arrives.
I don’t cry in front of my kids that often. I guess all my stress from the last few weeks just finally wore me down. 😦
But they did freaking awesome.
Sadly I could not get any videos of Brandon but I did of Erin 🙂
Her floor performance scores a 9.4
She gets a 9.6 on the beam.
I could not get to the bars or the vault in time but her total score over 370. She was first in her group.
And Brandon gets a trophy for his performance 😁
Sadly the other 4 boys didn’t show up. Brandon was disappointed with that. He wanted to compete against his friends.