It was almost 11 pm and the mind was still dealing with the some noise inside regarding the big match that meant a lot for this country.
Surely won’t discuss how the team beautifully fought and got the best result, but more of what happened during one of the matches.
It was almost 8 pm and we had done with the last prayer. Bedtime for the little girl.
We (mostly me) always accompany her for bed time stories everyday. But, that time, none of us, both her parents, wanted to move from our seat.
Her dad told her to sleep first by herself and after some good night kisses with him, she went to her room, without said much and looked at me at all.
I kept watching until few minutes later and then decided to leave my spot and went to her room.
She was lying around with eyes opened, looked so restless, and was busy wiping her eyes when she saw me coming.
I hugged her and asked if she was okay and answered :
“I am so sad no one wants to accompany me”.
“I know, right? But, I am coming. The match is so important, but you are far more important”.
The tone suddenly changed and she picked the storybook we haven’t finished for days. We only read few pages but that was more than enough to switch the voice and situation from going to sleep with awful mood to a happy one.
I stayed a little bit longer till I bid good night.
When I return to the couch, the match was still on the run, with no significance difference from when I left.
Watching the rest of the matches enjoyably till the end result.
Along the final matches, the players made lots of small mistakes, some were pretty frustrating, but there were certain critial moment, that they should make it and earned important points, because it made all the difference. Like getting to 11 first on the rubber set, because most of the time, one who got to 11 first on the rubber set won the game. Most of the time, not always. The decider player last night didn’t get to 11 first yet he won the match. But, it was rare. Most of the time, it has always been the one who got 11 first on the rubber, win the match.
Maybe it feels similar to parenthood. Along the journey, you’ll make lots of mistakes, wrong your child, but there are certain moments, that you can’t mess up, as long as you have the choice. In one of my readings which I couldn’t remember who or where, there are three critical periods in children daily life where being next to them would be an advantage : wake up time, after school, and before bed time.
I was glad I chose to come to her. Had I decided to keep watching, I might not miss the athletes made some points but, I would indeed miss bigger and critical points from someone who is absolutely more important than the athletes on the screen.
Having someone left their seat during the match wouldn’t change the result. No one will notice or don’t have a slightest care about that.
But, by doing that, it surely made a huge difference for the little girl’s mood result. She might remember it for some time such feeling, the bad or the good, depended of what the choice we made last night.
In the end, both circumstances wrapped beautifully.
The mens group lifted the trophy beating the Chinese group in three straight matches, after long years of waiting.
While me, I managed to lift up my little girl’s mood and prevented her from going to sleep with such awful feeling, after beating myself and warned the brain to not to mess up with the priority.
Two great victories made last night.
Well done, you.