So, a few years back I purchased a wonderful messenger bag from LL Bean. This was one in which you could design the outside with different colors and patterns to make it truly yours. Which of course I did, but not overly garish. In this way, I felt I could not lose it amongst the throngs of other bags scattered throughout the bleachers in various gyms or in a golf cart out on a course no where near our school. This bag could contain water bottles, snacks, clipboard, dry erase markers, permission slips to not ride the bus back, medical releases, scouting reports, a light weight jacket for overly chilly gyms or my wind shirt for blustery days on the course, not to mention tampons and such for the ladies. I could even shove at least 3 classes of homework to be corrected on the bus trip or during the boys' game.
OH MY COACHING BAG!!! Oh what have you become?
While it still holds bottles, they are usually not for me. Yes, it still contains snacks...the kiddo friendly kind, but permission slips and medical release forms have lent themselves to wet bags, wipes, and dipes. In addition I add a change of clothing, not for me but for lil Quet (although, it would not be a bad idea to add some for me as well...) and a book or two to keep her occupied.
So, why have I thought about this so late in the game? I mean after all, Quet, she has been attached to my hip for a year and a half now. Well, I was repacking it this afternoon as she will start up with the sitter again tomorrow and I began reminiscing about what it used to contain...realizing that it held more than my clipboard and folders of homework, or med release forms and permission slips. It held young ladies' dreams and hopes, the smell of old leathery basketball mixed with sweat and hoots and woots from the crowd. It held breaths during long putts and impossible sand shots.
It does, however, still hold laughters and loves and futures...
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