All my life, Granddad has talked fondly of his mom picking him up from school. His favorite days were when she’d show-up with the bird dogs and the shotguns in her car, ready to take him hunting. Just the right mom for Granddad.
Meanwhile, Nate and I have a similar routine. Except instead of dogs and guns, he checks my feet for running shoes, and the trunk for a soccer ball. During Jacob’s soccer practices, Nate and I work on our throw-ins, our chest traps, and “juking” as it’s referred to in the third grade.
I’m sure someday he’ll wistfully tell his grandkids about my coral New Balances and matching soccer ball. Hopefully, just the right mom for Nate.