Parking in the old softball field, I step out of the car. Crickets underfoot. Blue and gold everywhere.
My God. It's been almost ten years.
And the freshman girls are so unsure of themselves. The freshmen boys are itching to hold a hand. I step through the gates and stare down the length of the field. It's the same thick, green grass I used to run on.
It's the same. But everything is different. I'm different.
The stands are full. The energy of pep rally pulsing through the crowd. Cheerleaders raise their arms. Kickoff.
I used to dream of getting away. Of being a great success. Of coming back older, beautiful, sophisticated.
I used to dream of getting away. Of being a great success. Of coming back older, beautiful, sophisticated.
Intermittently I chat with Mama, and share Twizzlers with Stepdad. And there are greetings all around, people lost for years, coming home. So we hug, and I feel their long lost love on the sleeves of my sweatshirt, and I know I'll keep it a while longer. Touchdowns are scored. Young couples pass holding hands.
I remember the bonfire. It crackled, and we watched the logs burn high, and bright.
And the little one I used to babysit is now in the marching band. This is the gift of a small town. This circle. This coming home.
I want to tell me, then, I want to tell her that she's everything she'll ever need already. I'd tell her she's strong, and bold, and enough.
I'd tell her to wear her heart on one sleeve, dignity on the other. And that friends will come, and go, ever changing. And boys will break her heart, but she will live through it to find something lasting,and real.
Leaving a little before the end of the game, working my way through the crowd. The sky black, the stars twinkling. Ten years ago I was a girl walking through a crowd. And tonight I'm a woman walking her own path.
It will all be ok.
5 comments:
Just happened to chance on your blog via blessourhearts and loved your post. Oh, but could we all tell those silly, uncertain little girls that they will one day be women with confidence. How lovely that we made it to today! Jan
Jan- Thanks for stopping by! And yes, we all were. And sometimes, I still am that uncertain little girl ;)
Beautiful new picture, beautiful post. So funny how we are so unsure when we are so young and yet so lovely. I live close to a highschool and I always get the urge to tell the kids- Don't worry, it gets better. They are all so perfect and glowy and they don't even know it.
I think high school must be the most torturous time in our lives!
May-thanks!! I wish we COULD tell them. They wouldn't listen. I sure didn't.
Marsha- I luckily really enjoyed my high school years. I mean they weren't without their trying times, but overall pretty darn good.
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