17 Again


One of my favorite people coaches the varsity girl’s soccer team in town,  so the kids and I decided to check out one of her games out tonight.  Even though it wasn’t my high school, it could’ve been.  It could have been any small town high school around- the crowd of cheering parents, the group of kids watching the game growing larger as the other teams get out of practice, the hoodies and jeans, the jokes and teasing.

I was one of the lucky ones- I loved my high school years and have nothing but great memories. I spent many an afternoon doing the same exact things those kids were doing and remember it like it was yesterday.

Which made the fact that I was there with my *kids* all the more startling.

As I was brushing Scorch’s teeth tonight before bed, all I could think was who the hell thought I was old enough to be in charge of someone’s dental hygiene? Nutrition? Education? Well being? Safety? Entertainment? And not only am I responsible for one kid- I’m responsible for two! Add in a husband of 9 years, a mortgage, a job I’ve had for 10 years, our own business and two mini-vans- I wonder how I got here.

When I look in the mirror, I still expect to see 17 year old me in there.

I wouldn’t change a single thing about my life- not The Hubs, the kids, the job- none of it. But I would love to go back just for a day and be 16 again.


About Heather

I am the lucky mom to two kids. Scorch is my baseball obsessed 9 year old son and Bean is my crazy, loving 7 year old little girl. I'm happily married to the Hubs. We live in the middle of nowhere with two cats and one certifiably crazy dog.

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