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Empty Hoop

by Kay~Kacey on 5/19/2009

Yes, I know I sometimes talk about our empty nest. It just sometimes hits me. Hard.  Allow me to wallow a bit, okay?

empty-hoop

Like when I caught the reflection of the basketball hoop on the hood of my car. The empty basketball hoop. With no net on it any longer and a rusted pole bravely holding it up, pretending that a gaggle of boys are going to come back, beg me to get a new net, and start playing outrageous games of hoops. Like H-O-R-S-E…only they spell out nasty body parts. Males. :roll:

Or like when I went to the store yesterday. A little boys was dancing his way into the store, clutching tightly to his mother’s hand.  You know that little skip-jump thing that little boys do when they just are so excited about life? His mom smiled down at him, thank goodness. It would have so ruined my moment if she would have yelled at him to settle down.

Then I got jealous of another mom talking nonsense to her toddler as she unloaded her shopping cart. Sigh.

I wanted another baby. Right there. Right then.

I wanted those little moments back. Not the big, tremendous moments…the tiny ones. Walking out to the mailbox and a little one racing past me to get there first. Bath time with all the mess and splashes and toys. Rocking a restless baby back to sleep in the quiet of the early morning when it seemed like the universe consisted of just the two of us.  Endless pushes on a swing. Sidewalk chalk pictures. Lego towers. A little boy falling asleep on my shoulder. I miss that. It all goes by so quickly.

All these memories rushing back because of a reflection on the hood of my car. Sigh.

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{ 11 comments… read them below or add one }

Katie L May 19, 2009 at 10:19 am

I know what you mean, and my “baby” is still only 4! Though I do think she’s turning 13 soon… I picked her up from the sitter’s the other day, and my sitter was holding a 4 wk old little girl, sound asleep in her arms… I just wanted one! Just the little sweet moments :angel:

Mental P Mama May 19, 2009 at 12:37 pm

sigh :bath:

Michelle Willingham May 19, 2009 at 1:11 pm

Yesterday was one of those days for me. My 18-month old was smiling at a 2-year-old girl and they eventually started up a game of catch. At one point when the ball rolled farther away from him, he started to go after it . . . then he ran back and grabbed my leg. As if he couldn’t bear to be that far apart from me. Sigh. :love:

Donalyn May 19, 2009 at 1:11 pm

I know what you mean Kacey – and now I am watching my grandchildren grow up even more quickly. Darned bittersweet life, anyway.

midwestmom May 19, 2009 at 3:23 pm

I love your posts about your boys. You brought tears to my eyes. You’re such a great mom.

Treasia May 19, 2009 at 5:06 pm

I’m right there with you Kacey. The little things that we see or hear that bring a flood of memories on us so fast. yes, I know what you mean. Thursday my baby graduates high school. Saturday was her prom. Oh to be able to turn back the hands of time and just do certain small things all over again.

Kate May 19, 2009 at 7:48 pm

Some people were born with an inherent ability to raise children. You can tell from your heartfelt posts that you are one such person.
Lucky you that you can remember those days! Those golden days that forever live in your memory.

I hear you. I think the same thing sometimes. At times, seeing a young mother with two small boys will just choke me up.

Tug May 19, 2009 at 8:36 pm

Love the reflective photo! You’ll have grandchildren one day, and be able to relive your baby/child love through them. My grandchildren are now 9 & 3, so I’m once again seeing babies & having the ‘tug’ (heh – tug for Tug)… I’m the one holding a baby at any gathering (my brothers make fun of me). Yeah, they grow way to fast.

Melissa Multitasking Mama May 20, 2009 at 7:55 am

My basketball player is turning 13 on friday and that alone has me an emotional basketbase. I can’t and don’t want to imagine the day that hoop isn’t seeing any action :-(

annbb May 28, 2009 at 9:26 am

So many memories are so very bittersweet. Must remember to concentrate on the ~sweet~, tho it’s not always easy to remember, I find. :cry:

LW May 28, 2009 at 4:56 pm

I know what you mean, and my “baby” is still only 4! Though I do think she’s turning 13 soon… I picked her up from the sitter’s the other day, and my sitter was holding a 4 wk old little girl, sound asleep in her arms… I just wanted one! Just the little sweet moments :angel:

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