While we were at the game, the older kids were complaining and wanting to go home. Then, when we got home, they talked about the game like it was the greatest thing ever. It makes me wonder how many of my fond childhood memories were torture in the moment for my parents while they listened to me complain. Of my experiences, I don't remember any of the discomfort or complaining, at times I am sure it happened. Now looking back I remember only the good.
Long version:
Yesterday, we had tickets for our whole family to go to the local college football game. We drive by the football stadium pretty often and Amelia and Miles frequently ask to go to a game. We were worried we wouldn't be able to go because for the last two weeks we've been dealing with sickness on and off every few days. We had no vomit since Amelia's early morning session Thursday morning, so we optimistic all would be well. Friday night/Saturday morning, Brodrick was coughing an awful lot but didn't cough at all during the day so we figured we were ok to go as long as everyone was bundled really well. (Miles was vomiting again this morning, so he and Tim or I will be missing church today.)
The kids usually go to bed about 7- the same time the game started- and with the recent daylight savings time change, the kids were still adjusting. We decided to enjoy some time (an hour...) in the stadium before the game since we knew the kids wouldn't last the whole game anyway. It was pretty hard to convince the kids into staying even until kickoff. When action started out on the field, things got a bit better. However, Miles was so tired and kept asking to go home to bed even before the game started (and was most likely dealing with stomach issues as his vomiting this morning is evidence) and Amelia kept complaining of being cold and asking to go. There was 8+ minutes left in the 1st quarter, when we decided to leave- we didn't even make it half way through one quarter. I'm sure they would have lasted a bit longer if we hadn't spent so much time before the game waiting in the cold, but Tim and I were ok with it, as their bed time was only thrown off by an hour. (And you parents who have children who thrive on strict sleep schedules that take forever to re-establish once thrown off, know our leaving early was equally for our-the parents- benefit.)
What we saw of the game wasn't much, but for the good family fun that the children will remember, the
complaining, cold, cost and all, was so worth it.
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