She entered the gym, baby on hip, looking as unflustered as humanly possible. The rest of her crew trailed behind, five in all, the 11-year-old basketball player, the eldest.
I watched her coach my daughter’s fifth grade team, at times herding her kids back to the sidelines, but managing both motherhood and coaching simultaneously and with apparent ease. She never missed a beat, (or a jump shot) and made sure, as always, she told every girl, “good job, good job” numerous times.
I marveled from the sidelines as I always do when I see a “together” mom with multiple kids. How does that work, I wondered, the getting them clean and dressed and fed and out the door for anything? I never would have been that brave; never would have been able to pull it off — and there she is, coaching my daughter (and your daughters) showing them by example that Yes, You Can Do This, and that is what makes her an amazing mom.
Good job, Tammy. Good job.
Wow. I wonder how she does it?