When your heart has room for 13 more.

It’s hard to put something into words when you feel so strongly about it you could burst.

There’s been something on my mind…almost daily…for the last 5 months.  Something that has come up in almost every conversation, and seeped into my heart slowly where it will rest always.

The Alexander Comets.

Far past the glow and the shiny surface of brand new uniforms and national media coverage, stands 13 high school boys that changed the course of their own lives and an entire community.

Behind the heartwarming stories and articles though, underneath the shine, there is more to be seen. A deeper and more raw story…the one that seems to never be told.  See the truth is, the Alexander Comets are formed by much more than just a group of high school boys.

They are made up of a collection of 13 different paths of life experiences. Some much more painful and hard than anyone could imagine. Some wonderful, some boring. Some heartbreaking, some scary.

No one, unless directly associated, could possibly imagine the work,time…blood, sweat, and tears that a school must put in to build an entire program from the ground up. The stress, the hours, the manpower, the tears. Standing behind those boys are the wall of people that made it possible. An entire community, school administration, teachers, coaches, managers, bus drivers, volunteers…so much invested.

Watching Kevin start fresh with a new team was hard at first. To close the chapter in Fairview after all of those years and march on to unknown territory…it was bittersweet. But as the weeks passed, I could see before my eyes that he had a newfound energy behind coaching…being pushed to new limits and starting with a team who had essentially, as a whole, never played football. Yes, there were a few players who had played before, but never 6 man, and never together and some just…never.

Behind the frustration and learning curve, there is beauty to be found in stripping something down to it foundation…it’s core, and breathing life into it.

Kevin was born to be a football coach. It’s in his blood, in his soul. Watching him through this challenging season has made me more proud of him as a coach than I could ever imagine. To see him carry himself with integrity through losses, and meetings…tough teams, injuries, managing issues that came up, finding solutions to things, and still falling in love with his new 13, the same way if not more deeply than every group that has come before…has changed me in the process. See it's very different to go from a flourishing program, to one that's just beginning. To go from a "successful" team with many numbers and a deep bench, to a very small team still trying to figure out who will fit best at which position. To go from win after win every week and deep into the playoffs for years, to losses and injury and trial by fire. But there can be even more heart and beauty that lies within a fresh start, gratefulness, and a longing to just be there. Watching Kevin carry himself in an identical fashion to all the years he did before, no matter the vast differences on the scoreboard and numbers, has shown me that his love for football and coaching runs much more deep than titles, and wins, and records. 

Today they played their last game of their first season. Battered and bruised, many out for injuries, and a lopsided score, they finished the game with a touchdown and celebrated that as if they had won the superbowl. I’m so proud of them…but I hope they are so, so very proud of themselves.

Who would have thought…a nerdy, book loving, gypsy heart photographer would end up with a football coach and produce a son that lives to be just like his dad. If you would have told me that 10 years ago I would have laughed and said “never!!!” But it has changed me. This journey of being a coach’s wife has enriched me more than I could express, despite being very difficult at times. I thought we had closed the football chapter 2 years ago when Kevin left teaching, but then he returned in Fairview, and then started a new journey in Alexander. And alas, my heart made room for 13 more. And just as all of the boys before them, there they will stay.

A letter to my son on his 3rd birthday

Another year.

My sweet Kroy,

This past year, you have morphed right before my eyes from a toddler into a little boy.
This has been such a joy, and also very difficult for me at the same time.

Some of the toddler stages you went through were a huge challenge for me. They required a lot more patience and energy than I sometimes had. Now, you have become so very independent and although those things make my life easier and more convenient many times, the trade off is a hard tug on the heartstrings. My baby doesn’t need me like he used to.

As we get to know each other more and more over these passing years, I am learning that most things in parenting are like this…good and bad, sweet and difficult, hilarious and frustrating, a new zest for life and extreme exhaustion….all at once.  Sweet and sour. The best of times and the worst of times.

I find this feeling both fascinating and sad, if I’m being honest. Each accomplishment you make, each passing year, each special event in your life I will be overflowing with pride and joy…and a little broken hearted by how big you are and how fast time flies. I know this feeling is just the tip of the iceberg of the years to come.

There are already days I wish I could get back…that I wish I would have gone to sleep earlier the night before, so I could be more patient with your fits and find more humor in your messes and repeating the same phrases over and over and over. Already evenings I wish I would have stayed home to spend that time with you. Realistically, there will be many more days like this over the course of your life that I don’t realize in that moment.

I love being your mom, Kroy. I love your sweet voice and your baby soft skin. I love your tender heart and willingness to share. I love when your laugh shakes you from your core and pure glee radiates from your nose to your kneecaps.

You are also challenging me every step of the way. You are strong willed and stubborn. You are a daddy’s boy, and will choose dad 10 times out of 10 when it comes to going places with, reading to, special trips, sitting with, or any activities. These things can make the days and the weeks long. These things are hard on a mom’s heart.

But you don’t know. You are just truly and completely free to be who you are and express what you feel. The only time in life we are completely comfortable with ourselves and all of our own thoughts and expressions…we don’t remember later in life. Isn’t it crazy? I hope you can keep some of that comfort level with yourself…the one that innocent little free spirited souls have. We lose that somewhere along the way.

It is fun to see you starting to understand things going on around you, but also terrifying. With all of that new excitement and grasp on the world, you will also start to see the ugly and the cruel that life can bring. I can’t save you from all of it, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to.

You love swords (slightly obsessed) sports, rough housing, football, baseball, and golf. You love to climb and jump from very high places. You love to take baths and read books and ride your scooter. You love anything and everything to do with your dad. You can be very serious and take a very long time to warm up to others. You can also be very outgoing, compassionate, and so sweet. You absolutely refuse to be potty trained, despite the fact that you’re the size of a 5 year old, and so are your turds.

As I sit here typing this, you are currently on the floor of the hallway in a full tantrum because an old pair of shoes you’d like to wear are way too small and won’t go on your feet. You will not accept this, and you will not take my help. Within 3 minutes you will be not only fine but probably laughing or so excited about something else. Welcome to a glimpse of life with 3 year old Kroy.

I’d be lying if I said there weren’t days I feel like a terrible mom. Days that I feel like I check out mentally, or don’t follow through, or wait for that 8:30 bedtime and moment of celebration when I lay you down for bed and close the door behind me. But I’m trying. I’m trying to be present, to be supportive, to be strict and consistent, to be patient, loving, and understanding. I’m trying to not sweat the small stuff, to be a good example, to teach you the golden rule. To hold you a little longer and despite how physically difficult it has become now with your size, to carry you every chance you will let me. It is slipping away, my chances at some of these things. I am trying to show you what it’s like to love someone unconditionally. Sometimes I fail…often times…but I am trying.

I’d lasso the moon for you if I could.
xoxo…

Your mama. 

Cheers to 7 years

I read a quote once that stated a successful marriage is made of two people who can learn to forgive each other over and over.

I didn’t have any idea what I was getting myself into when I got married. I was very young and spontaneous, with a wild and free spirit. Everyone around me thought I was crazy (and some thought I was pregnant) when I said yes to marry a guy I knew for 4 months and saw in person about once every 3 weeks.

It was a shock, to say the least, when real life as a family started with a man I essentially didn’t know that well. If I’m being honest, a shock is a nice way of saying it was really really hard. There were times I questioned everything, even if I had made the right choice, and sometimes thinking…what have I done?

I’ve never been one of those people who says or believes that I shouldn’t have regrets, because it’s shaped me or brought me where I am or all the many nice things that some people tag onto bad decisions and bad behavior. I regret many things in my life…not in a negative and dwelling way, but in a way that acknowledges some of those poor choices.

Every passing day, I realize a little more how lucky…truly lucky…I was that the universe set Kevin Clausen in my path. Can you imagine what could have been, had the man I had chosen not been one with a good heart and pure intentions? A scary thought.

As we’ve walked though this life journey together thus far, it has been difficult. We have been in places of financial lows, with literally not enough money in our pockets to eat lunch. We have, many times, felt overwhelming anger, frustration, resentment, and even rage toward each other. We have both questioned if we should remain together at various points, and let our pride overcome us temporarily. I have said things I didn’t mean. I have put myself over the good of my family unit and my husband many times over. I have shut him out, and demanded him back in.

See, it’s hard, and scary, and painful to place your heart in someone else’s hands. And because they’re human, they don’t always hold it carefully…sometimes they drop it, or stumble, or forget they are holding it. We don’t talk about these things. The truth. It’s either the unrealistic fairy tale or airing of dirty laundry. Both of which are equally damaging to the expectation and view of marriage and it’s failing status in our society.

I do have regrets. I regret every time I spoke to my husband with snark and impatience. I regret times I have shut him out or was unkind. I regret not being more supportive to a million things that he held dear, but I didn’t see of value. And I hate that I will continue to do those things, and my human nature will take over at times and rear it’s ugly head that causes us all to be, in some ways, innately selfish.

Because for every one difficult thing, I have seen 100 happy things. I have seen him sacrifice over and over for the sake of our family. I have seen him work tirelessly, and carefully, for the good of others and bettering them. I have seen him hold our lifeless child in his arms and watched his heart shatter into a million pieces, yet still have the strength to pick me up and carry me through my darkest hour. I have seen others betray him, and watched as he held himself with dignity and quiet humility. I have seen him grow, and love, and fill the people around him with a sense of calm, and that everything is going to be okay. I have felt him support me, back me, and encourage me to pursue things that benefit no one else but myself. I have seen him wrap his heart and arms around our Kroy and choose to guide him through his little life with unconditional acceptance, love, and patience. I won’t, but I could go on…for days.

This is my truth about marriage. It’s a hard truth sometimes. It raw…but it’s real. Things can be difficult and beautiful at the same time. Almost everything worth having is. It doesn’t always have to be one or the other.

If I had it to do over, I’d choose you again. I cherish you, and all of our truth. I will carry your heart in my hands more carefully. I will remain your wild horse that pulls you toward the breeze. You are my anchor that keeps my heart calm in the seas. I love you. Cheers to 7 years.

Dirty Thirty

It's the last night of my 20's. Wow, what a ride. As I reflect on the last decade, I can't help but feel overwhelmed with the craziness of life...both extremes of highs to lows and everything in between. In the last 10 years, I've married a boy I loved before I knew, graduated college, started my own business. I've buried a child, and brought one home. I've had -$7.00 in my bank account while owing $70,000, not knowing where my next meal was coming from, and I've dug through the trenches and reached the light at the end of the tunnel of student, business, medical, and bad decision debt to be able to purchase a home and a fresh start. I've been thin, I've been fat. I've loved hard, fought hard, grieved hard. Crying and laughing all the way. I've fallen on my face and learned things the hard way more times than I could count. There are days I feel 19 without a clue what I'm doing, and days I feel 67 and that I've figured a few things out. 

I don't dread 30. I've earned 30, I'll wear it proudly.

Cheers *clink* to the next 30. To the continued journey to finding our best selves. After all, it's all any us can do is live our truth, and strive to be better than the day before. xoxo...