How to Forget About Your Debt Temporarily Using Only the Power of the Sun!

In that moment, in the blazing hot sun, underneath that enormous tree, amongst thousands of other children and parents, my son and I had an extremely touching moment of bonding. For that moment (and the rest of that day), I didn’t think about finances for the first time in a long time.

Starting Debt (01.01.19): $126,310.77
Current Debt: $109,710.00
Total Paid Off: $16,600.77
Income Going to Savings: 2%

Apologies for the late post today. I coach youth lacrosse, and my son had a 3 day tournament hosted in our town this weekend. It was 68 teams with roughly 15-20 kids per team and so it was wall-to-wall lacrosse sticks and hoarse coaches.

I got a hellacious sunburn on my upper arms, because I went with a sleeveless shirt, because the sun was out therefore my guns had to be out. These days said “guns” are not the types of guns you’d find at a gun show. They’re more like the old rusted ones that you’d find buried in your backyard while you’re digging out your plugged septic tank. Especially if those rusted guns have two really ugly tattoos that they got in their early 20s and now regret every summer.

So when I arrived home last night with my family, we all wandered into our house like some kind of weird mutant red lobster zombies, said around 3 words to each other, brushed our teeth, and collapsed face-down in our respective beds.

Before fully coming to terms with our current financial situation, we really didn’t give tournaments such as this one a second thought. Now that we are keenly aware of where every penny we earn goes however, we now also fully comprehend just how expensive something like youth sports can be.

This weekend we paid for parking, food, a gift for our Team Mom, a tournament shirt for our son, and a new tape job for his stick because we had promised it to him earlier in the year upon completion of his last game of the season.

Add to that a bottle of calamine lotion for my smoking hot guns and it was an EXPENSIVE weekend. [Note: Again… to be totally clear, “smoking hot guns” is not me bragging about how buff my arms are. They were so burnt they were literally smoking at one point.]

These expenses led to stress for me and my wife as well. While our kids got a few things from the various food trucks (a pulled pork sandwich here, some shaved ice there), my wife and I elected to eat some cheap protein bars we brought from home. I’m a pretty energetic coach, so between bouncing up and down the sidelines, dancing with the kids to get them pumped up, pre-game warmups and post-game celebrations, I was pretty damn famished at times.

However, there was one moment that made it all worthwhile…

We made it to the quarter-finals of the tournament before getting bounced out. After our last game we gathered all of the kids under a really large tree and let them sit in the shade while we talked to them one last time for the season. When we were all done, my son walked up to me and hugged me. As he said, “Thank you for being my coach, Dad,” he then began to well up with tears. I told him it was absolutely fine to be emotional after such a long and physically demanding season.

What he said next hit me in all the “good feels” parts of my heart.

As he wiped away tears he said, “I just know how much money you and Mom have spent on me this season, and I know we could have been using that on bills and other things. I love you.”

In that moment, in the blazing hot sun, underneath that enormous tree, amongst thousands of other children and parents, my son and I had an extremely touching moment of bonding. For that moment (and the rest of that day), I didn’t think about finances for the first time in a long time.

Instead I thought about my family and how lucky I am to be a husband to my wife and a father to these two amazing children. I thought about the fact that my son and I will always have the memories of me being his coach and us playing lacrosse together.

I thought about just how lucky I am.

Take the time to focus on what is important. Today I am walking the halls of my workplace with a smile on my face and a nasty sunburn on my arms, shoulders, cheeks and ears. I wear this sunburn with pride, because this sunburn is a rad reminder that for that brief moment nothing else mattered in this world other than that kid (who hugs me less and less with every passing day) squeezing me tight and telling me that he loved me.

All that being said, you can sure as hell bet we’re packing sunscreen next year.

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