Jump forward to two weeks ago. My son, home after a year in another world, applied to and was selected for his fifth international team - pretty neat for a kid who isn't yet 21. He's been to Australia and South Africa, and this time around is playing for the USPC in England as I type. His teammates descended on us, well me, last week, - it's the happiest and most content I have seen him in a long time. I hope polocrosse will be his salvation, as combined driving was mine. He's talented, cocky and a natural. He practices very little, and can still pick up a racquet and hang with the best of them. Outclassed his old man quite some time ago.
The team is apparently have one of those "growth" experiences, communication is limited and it appears from all reports they have been handed horses that are of far less quality, while the other teams in this competition are playing their own mounts, with no provisio for switch rides or rotation of horse pools as is commonly done in international test matches. The games have been heartbreakingly close, with the US team coming up short each time. I wish I could say my experience with USPC this time around has been a good one - but I find my self disappointed in the lack of support, thought and oversight that has been put into this trip. I expect that this experience will be fodder in the long run for great tales, fetes of accomplishment that will grow larger the farther away from the week at hand we get. It's been hard to sit by and not say or do anything, and to let my son be his own advocate. If you know me, you'd be surprised at just how quiet I have been about the whole thing. What I have seen is my son step up and become a leader, whether on a conference call or on the playing field. No matter what the outcome of this week, I am very proud to claim him as the madwoman's son.
I head to USPC Championships shortly, in what will most likely be my swan song with that organization. I love organizing, fancy myself to be good at it,and I am looking foward to running polocrosse championships one last time. Dilemma as well - I plan on speaking to the powers that be about issues, hate people that complain without offering to be part of the solution, and yet I don't want to be part of the solution. I am sure a path will present itself to me, and in the meantime I think it is time for a nap.