The original title of this post was going to be “The Heart of a Cougar.”
And I was going to tell you all about my beautiful Alma mater.
And how I’ve walked across this “W” on two different occasions to receive two diplomas.
So when I went to the BYU vs. UW game today…..
It should have been a no-brainer for me to sit with the UW Husky fans across the field and wear purple.
But I didn’t.
I wore navy blue.
And I sat next to the love of my life amidst a small sea of BYU Cougar fans.
You see, I met my husband when I was a freshman at BYU.
And after we got married, I transferred to the UW where I finished my bachelors and went on for my masters.
And while I love the UW and treasure the education I received there, BYU will always be the Alma mater of my heart.
Because it gave me My Love.
And originally my happy story was going to end there.
With what a fun game it was.
And how fantastic it was to win by a single point with mere seconds on the clock.
But mid-way through the game, something happened that changed everything for me.
At the end of a play, one of the UW players flipped backwards and landed flat on his back.
And didn’t move.
A BYU player that was next to him immediately started pointing and calling attention to the injured player.
Within seconds, the young man was surrounded.
My eyes were glued to his legs.
But they never moved.
The entire stadium was silent and subdued.
All the UW players knelt down on one knee.
An ambulance drove onto the field and parked near the injured player.
“Oh, I hope he’s okay,” I said quietly to Charming who was sitting next to me.
“Me, too,” he murmured softly.
Then suddenly, on the opposite end of the field, fans started to yell.
“What’s going on?” Charming asked, turning to look at the yelling fans.
I looked with him, but couldn’t see any reason for the disturbance.
“I don’t know,” I said slowly, then turned back to watch the injured player.
He still wasn’t moving.
Suddenly Charming sat up and yelled, “Let her go!!”
He was still watching the opposite end of the field where the fans were yelling louder by the minute.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my eyes searching the field.
And then I saw it.
A security guard was holding back a woman who was trying to rush the field.
A woman who was fighting as hard as she could to get free.
Yelling with panic and reaching out to the young man lying on the ground across the field.
My breath caught as I thought, It’s his wife!
By this time, even more fans were yelling to let her go and people on the field were running toward her.
And then I realized who she really was and my heart went cold.
It’s his mother.
Finally, the security man released her and the distraught woman began the long run across the field to her son.
And as she ran, I wanted to run with her.
To put my arms around her and say, “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
But nobody was there and she ran all alone.
And suddenly a picture came to my mind.
A picture of a cute little boy playing at home with his baby sitter.
And then I realized that someday, I could be that mother.
That mother who sees her son fall.
And without even stopping to get her jacket or her purse, runs as fast as she can and fights her way to him.
Who doesn’t stop until she reaches his side.
And stays by him as he’s placed on a stretcher.
Who has no thought for herself, the game that continues on or anyone around her.
And I realized what being a mother is all about.
It’s about giving birth to the greatest sorrows of your life.
Because they are your greatest joys.