I haven’t been feeling 100% these last few weeks. In fact, I’ve been feeling like total sh*t. And it’s not even that time of month for me.
Life is sh*t. Exercise is sh*t. Waking up in the morning, omg it’s been giving me the total sh*ts.
So it was with zero enthusiasm and total disdain, I agreed to play at my 5 year old son’s football match this weekend.
You see, my children’s football club have an annual tradition, where the mums play against the kids in a special Mother’s Day Footy Match.
No breakfast in bed. No sleep in. No special brunch meal at some fabulously expensive organic café. I had to wake up at 6:30am and put on my freaking sneakers, my gym clothes and had to run around on wet grass in the freezing cold.
So there I was. Mother’s Day morning. Standing on the football field. 40 kids. 40 mothers.
My older son snapped a photo of me and my 5 year old.
Look how bored I look! Look at my forced smile. Can you see how I’m dreaming about maple syrup waffles, a snuggly blanket and a cup of tea?
I began to warm up. I forced myself to get into the spirit of playing sport. I called out encouraging things to the kids. I caught and passed the ball a few times. I pretended to stumble with the ball while actually passing it to someone else’s kid next to me so he could kick a goal and feel like a winner. It was kind of fun.
But I still felt like an uncoordinated rhinoceros, stomping through the grass with ungraceful strides. I still felt like a sick and cranky camel, with a long face and body language that said that I’d rather be somewhere else.
But guess what? By the end of the game, the coaches chose me to win the “Best Mum on the Field” award! What the? How did that happen?
I had to stand in front of everyone, while they all looked at me and clapped. I was so embarrassed and shocked! I felt so awkward, unworthy, and confused! I felt very undeserving of such a thoughtful and cute prize – an official little league coffee travel mug, filled with chocolates! Aww thanks guys!
Later in the day, I confessed to my older boy… that I didn’t think I played very well, I totally didn’t deserve the prize, there were other mums who played so much better than me, maybe they made a mistake, and I really didn’t feel worthy of the prize.
But he said simply, “Well Mum, someone else thinks you’re worth it… so just get over it… and eat the chocolates.”
And just like that, I think I may have emerged out of my rut.
Some appreciation from strangers, a clumsy validation from my son, and permission to eat chocolate.
Happy Mother’s Day to all you mums out there. SOMEONE thinks you’re worth it, so just get over it!
And eat chocolate! :)