I’ve never competed in organized team sports.
Title IX came too late for me,
and I moved.
But I’ve sat in the bleachers and watched my children,
and now my grandchildren compete.
Sometimes they win, but sometimes they lose.
And they always learn something.
Today’s post brings to an end our second 365 Project
and my first solo attempt.
This is how competing must feel.
Some days I felt like I hit a “home run”,
and on others, it was a struggle.
I didn’t miss a day, though,
and I learned a lot.
As I dug out Christmas bins,
I found a dusty box in a corner of the attic.
Inside was this little paper sculpture.
It was my first assignment in an undergrad art course that challenged us to make a three-dimensional paper sculpture of the Parthenon and use it as a canvas to represent something in our life.
At that time my husband was coaching high school wrestling and two of my sons were on the team.
It was a big part of our lives.
That must be why I couldn’t part with it at that time.
So today, with this post, this little sculpture gets one more breath of life.
I hope it conveys the sense of accomplishment I feel as I bring this year to a close,
and the gratitude to those who have followed my posts, commented, and have encouraged me to continue.
Your participation as “spectators” has meant as much as the cheers of the crowd when the hand is slapped on the mat and the referee proclaims, “Pinned!”