Michigan parents whose kids play outdoor sports know things can go either way when it comes to the end of fall. We’ve sat through soccer games in October where I needed blankets and heavy duty mittens, but this weekend brought sunshine and air that felt more like September than November.
Dylan’s All Star Game felt a little like a gift, an extra game on a beautiful day, one that didn’t come with all sorts of time conflicts.
It came with ladybugs instead. They flew through the air and landed on arms, legs, faces, and chairs. Some were red like cherries while others faded so much they almost looked white. I fished one out of the V of my v-neck sweater before I had to get indecent on the sideline of a kids’ soccer game.
I don’t know much about ladybugs, except they’re fabled to bring good luck. My mom claims they normally come out earlier in the fall, but nothing about this year feels typical, so I didn’t even bother searching to see if she was right or wrong.
Normally, flying bugs, even tiny cute ones, would distract me. Today, I accepted them — and the day — for what it was: an extra chance to sit outside in the sun, watching our little guy play a game he loves, while little bits of luck flew all around.
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