Canzano: You'll miss youth sports, even if you don't realize it
A confession for Easter Sunday.
Easter Sunday feels like a good day for a confession. So here’s one from me — I miss the car rides to youth sports events with my oldest daughter.
I also miss looking under the car seats for her shin guards, socks, jersey, water bottle, and knee pads. I miss the giggling voices in the backseat of the carpool and idling in a dim spot in the school parking lot, waiting for a late practice to end.
I miss the Saturday morning drives at 6 a.m. to Salem (or even Seattle) for a tournament. I miss poring over a printed bracket affixed to a wall with masking tape, trying to figure out game times and locations. And I miss complaining about the snack bar coffee.
Most of all, I miss telling my daughter on the drive home, “I loved watching you play.”