Gymnastics Meet And A Meltdown

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. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

But they did freaking awesome.

Sadly I could not get any videos of Brandon but I did of Erin ๐Ÿ™‚

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 ๐Ÿ˜

Sadly the other 4 boys didn’t show up. Brandon was disappointed with that. He wanted to compete against his friends.

25 thoughts on “Gymnastics Meet And A Meltdown”

  1. Stu, we often think of blessings in terms of successful outcomes or smooth processes but, I contend that sometimes the blessing is in the delay or diversion. Example: I wake up late because the alarm didn’t go off, my car won’t start, I’m freaking out and mad ….The big picture: a long my route was a semi driver, exhausted from his long haul, briefly dozed behind the wheel. Thankfully, no one was in his path.
    As a parent, I’ve told my kids no or not now many times, just as God does us. My daughter wants a 4th candy bar because candy bars are good. I say no and she thinks I’m mean or unfair but I say no to what’s “good” now for a greater goodness later, good health. I can’t always see the greater goodness though we can trust that if things aren’t happening as we think they should in the moment, that we have the best Father, looking out for our greater good. So, dont be so hard on yourself during these times but rather take heart and opportunity to teach this to your children. There’s always a reason, even if we don’t see it, that’s for our wellbeing.
    “I know the plans I have for you…” ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ’•

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  2. Ya know Stu I just gotta comment here. One…they could’ve had Santa compete. He was just sitting there! But on a serious note. I was raised by my single dad from 12 yrs old and up. He was a weekend dad before that. When you wipe away all the heres and there’s and this’s and thats… I remember my dad’s love. I remember fun and him always being a good, calm man we could depend on. You are alot like that and more! Last time it was a white shirt for a recital and this time shorts…the proverbial straws that broke the camel’s back. But ya know us moms have these same moments. Us moms have these same days, and yes weeks. Seems to me like the devil is messing with you because he knows how vital you are. You’re working with a young man to help drag him out of a future of shame and regret. Devil don’t like that. You’re working in the blog world encouraging and helping others. Devil don’t like that. You’re playing a key role in your children’s lives and walks with God. Devil don’t like that. I know it doesnt make all the problems go away but it does show that you’re doing some pretty life altering awesome stuff for the Lord.

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    1. Well, Santa was too busy walking around giving out Candy Canes to everyone…lol

      What you have just said, what Laura said earlier and what Matthew said on another post today have meant a lot to me. Words of encouragement that I truly need at this particular time and battle. Thank you Amy for helping me see the bigger picture!

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      1. You’re welcome my brother from a different mother! Your son’s compassion to you, reflects the kind of man and father you are. That’s what counts! God bless. I’ll be putting in a few extra prayers for your job situation

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  3. This an amazing story about how God always provides. We have all faced this, getting to the point where we think things cannot get any worse, only to be picked up by Him just in the nick of time. Amazing faith shown by your son because it is what he has learned from you. Your kids did amazing! Thank you for this wonderful post of hope, faith and most of all how God always provides for us in our time of need.

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  4. Your posts always go right to my heart, Stu. This is a perfect example of what parenting looks and feels like. Though we try hard, we often feel like a failure. Or at least I do. I love how your son ministered to you through kindness and prayer! Wow. And what a perfect ending to your story! Thank you for sharing.

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  5. One pair and right on time ainโ€™t God good! Your honesty and ability to be vulnerable is very humble quality. Your kids will benefit from that. All parents feel like failures from time to time…but not many are open and honest about it with their kids or anyone else. Good for you!

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