Two-a-days kicked off bright and early on Monday morning. Most don’t notice the dedicated coaches headed off in the dark to their first official day of practice. They don’t notice the cars in the parking lot before they get to work, or how they are still there for hours after they leave. You won’t notice the families that are changing everything for the next five months. There are no more family dinners, bath time, or bedtime stories.
We, as coach’s wives, prepare for this all year long, but we can never truly be prepared for the little part of emptiness that we feel in our hearts. Dont get us wrong, we love to see our husbands put everything into the sport that we love, but we can’t help but feel like a part of us that is missing. The best part about it all is that we get to see our little one’s face light up as they spot Dad on the field on Friday night. We get to see the players execute what they have practiced for weeks. We get to listen to the band that, for me personally, sends chills down my spine because it means one thing, football is back.
Friday nights are really late.
Saturdays are early mornings.
H works on the weekends.
Which means no traveling out of town.
Family time is spent at the fieldhouse or on the field after a game.
Game day colors move up in the closet.
Meal planning turns into planning for your family plus 20 other high school boys every week.
You count down the days until game day.
When you know 15 more minutes really means an hour.
You have to explain to your family why we hope to not be at Thanksgiving this year.
Watching every football related show on Netflix and HBO for the new season.
I didn’t choose this life, it chose me. I am proud to be a coach’s wife. The sacrifice is worth watching the outcome that my husband pours his heart and soul into. As football season creeps in on us, we prepare for things to change and some of the roles in our house switch and I am okay with that. I know that at the end of the day he loves and protects us all while doing what he loves.
