I don't get to go to many of Drew's soccer games. Often they happen on Thursday nights when I am working with the choir. Sometimes on weekends I can go, but the last few have been when I had weekend duty at the library. I have to pick those days before we are even close to knowing his soccer schedule.
Tonight there is a home game, and I am planning to leave the moment my reference desk duty ends, right on the stroke of 5. The game begins at 4:30, so even considering traffic, I should get to see about half of the game.
But the deck is stacked against me. There is a long and slow train followed by an accident in the middle of rush hour traffic. By the time I finally manage to arrive, there are only 2:24 minutes left in the second half. They are down 5 to 1. I stand there for the few minutes and watch Drew run back and forth, kick the ball, lose the ball, regain the ball, and scramble around.
And then they are done. It is cold. I sit in the car to await Drew's coming back outside, only to hear him tell me he is staying for a special Robotics meeting. Sigh. I head home. If I had known, I probably wouldn't have tried to drive all the way over to the east side just to see 2 minutes of a game they lost.
On the other hand, it was probably the time he most needed to see a caring face, the most important time for him to know I try my best to be part of what he does. At least he will get a ham and scalloped potato dinner out of it. I have no idea how I got overlooked in the sign up for meals. Not that I am complaining, mind you. Just that I would like to be able to do my part.
And maybe that is what I did in some very small way today.
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