As a mother, right now my hope is that that particular statement will ring true. I know it will, but right now it is a hard pill to swallow.
As many or all of you know, our youngest has played volleyball since the age of 13. She played club ball for 4 years, high school Varsity ball for 4 years, coached 12s last season at the club and will again this season. Her years of volleyball have not come without injuries, some minor, some not so minor. She has come back stronger each time. Unfortunately, she suffered a mid-foot sprain last week (possible stress fracture, too early to tell). She played last week, knowing that with each game...it might be her last with her team. The girls rallied and finished 4th in their Area-earning them a spot in the 1st round of the State Playoffs. While our daughter has had the opportunity to play at State before, the rest of the team has not. Playing didn't come without a price...she can now barely put weight on her foot. The 1st round game is Thursday.
We saw her orthopaedist (who has known/treated her since age 4-when she broke her arm) yesterday. He told her to ice, rest, elevate,no practice, tape, and warm up with the team on Thursday...only then would she know if she would actually be able to play. Senior year, no regrets. However, her coach has a policy...no practice, no play. She came home yesterday to say she was done. Her only regret...she wished she had been the one to make that decision. And, she would have on Thursday when during warm ups she couldn't do what needed to be done.
It was a heart wrenching conversation to have with her. She knows God has a greater plan for her, and playing on Thursday wasn't a part of it. As I mentioned before...she's been hurt a lot. It was time to take a step back, relish all her accomplishments, and dream of a brighter future.
While she may not play in Thursday's match...she will be on the bench next to her coach, cheering and doing what she does best and is so looking forward to...coaching. Full circle.