Whose your Coach

Sometime in March, Gary and I received a letter from the school that Jack and Sarah attend. Grandparent’s Day was scheduled in April and we were invited to come . We had been to Dallas several times and had several more trips scheduled and felt like we just couldn’t attend. Normally, we would have crawled on our knees if we had to, but this time it just wasn’t possible. On Monday, Gary received a call from Curt that Jack was hysterical that none of his grandparents were coming. Was there any way that Gary could jump on a plane and come for the day? Gary had a hearing and I had a shoot, so we were out. The other grandparents were equally tied up and it was Aunt Kristen, (who lives in Dallas) to the rescue. There was only one other little boy that didn’t have any grandparents attending and they paired him with Jack and Kristen. I am thinking that Aunt Kristen was the only pregnant grandparent rep there, but that is another story and another blog on families being families. One of the activities was doing a family tree. If you remember, Jack calls Gary, Coach. The other boy didn’t have anyone to help, so Jack ask him “Who’s your Coach?” Of course, he must have had a coach somewhere in his tree and before the activity was over, the guest little boy had Coach written in his family tree. I keep laughing about someday when he finds his pre-K family tree, there will be listed Coach in one branch. Can you imagine the confusion? I also keep thinking about how easy it is to ask “Who’s your Coach?” and share with them someone you treasure.