Dear Coaches Wife,
I see you.
What a lonely but rewarding title it is to be a coaches wife.
The other day I got really frustrated. In all dramatic glory, sometimes it feels like the game is a mistress.
There will be days when the only proof of your husbands existence in your house will be his things scattered about.
There will be weekends alone with the kids when there’s a tournament and two days a week where your dinners will be late because of practice.
Sometimes you will be far down in the priority list.
It’s definitely a complex relationship with the game. It’s a love/hate relationship.
But in all the negative, there’s also so much positive.
The nights when it’s you two alone and all he needs is a listening ear.
The pride you feel when you watch him doing what he’s truly passionate about.
The way those kids look up to him.
The people you meet along the way, the friendships made and the feeling of a different type of “family” with the team.
The way family time is so much more special when you have the time together.
The trust built up in your relationship.
Knowing you are strong enough to handle it all. The housework, the kids.
God made you a coaches wife for a reason.
No matter how alone or the sacrifices being made, know it’s to make his dreams come true.
To help those kids learn the best they can.
Know that you are a coaches wife and you should be proud.
So the next time you see a coaches wife, probably standing off to the side or in the middle of the parents on the bench, give them a smile.
It’s a tough title and it’s needed more than you know.
A travel hockey coaches wife.