Growing Up

Yes, I’m late. Sometimes that is the story of my life. Still, I enjoy Five Minute Friday, and wanted to write something for it. So now that the  bazaar is over, and I’m  back at the house I will write my five minutes.

For those of you who don’t know here’s the deal, straight from The Gypsy Mama‘s blog

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For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.

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      1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.


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Winter is fast approaching, so not much is growing outside. Inside however, our grandchildren are growing by much too fast.

Our first grandson is now big enough, and old enough to play football. Real tackle football, not the safer flag version. He enjoyed his season, and I enjoyed going to his games. Sadly they didn’t win their last game, still, they played hard and learned a lot about both football and life.

Their team had to forfeit two games because a coach added a child to the team who didn’t meet the standards. Age and size-wise he was fine, however he was a grade older than the rest of the team and that wasn’t allowed. It wasn’t the child’s fault, he didn’t ask the coach to break the rules for him. It wasn’t the rest of the teams’ fault, they didn’t know the new player was eligible. Yet, it was the children who paid the price.

When the child was told to leave the team, he looked dejected and hurt. He didn’t know that being in a grade above the other students disqualified him.  The rest of the team was discouraged to learn two of their wins didn’t count and they’d been disqualified. Still, the young boys went on and played the following games, giving their all.

They didn’t place in the championship round. That is, they didn’t get a trophy. But the boys, and girl, won. They had grown up enough to ignore the barbs of others calling them quitters and they played their best.  Sometimes growing up is hard, but that team did a good job.

There you go five minutes.

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