|Posted on June 22, 2012 at 11:40 AM|
It's a little past 8 AM and my fingers are already black with spray paint. 22 colorful tees hang in the garage, their backs numbered for Sand Soccer on Saturday in Huntington Beach, California. Surf City. The original, with streets ful of tanned walkers and surfers. The place the Beach Boys sang of in those tunes that make you want to breathe in the smells of sea and suntan lotion. This will be a last tournament for my youngest. Graduated and college bound, this club team has been a respite from high school coaches who show favoritism and can't coach (more than one I guess from comments made by other parents- why is that?) Hard working, intelligent girls who play fair and laugh and love the game- what a change from so many teams and teens.
Tie Dyeing done, Summer's silkscreen design ready to be applied after the numbers dry. I can't remember how many projects we've done- the two of us- over the years. She doesn't need my help so much now. It's more of a companionship thing and I am glad of it but ready to slow down and perhaps find my own art a bit more.
I just had to do that last go around. To see them all excited as they get their tees, to laugh as they pose for crazy team photos and enjoy this next weekend of soccer in the sand. To have memories of projects and weekends with family and friends, To take the time to see what is right in front of you and nothing else. To give my children those memories as well as myself and to see my crazy husband be my daughters biggest fan.
I don't think my nails will ever really be free of a bit of paint here and there. I wonder, is that so bad?
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