Last Saturday, I stepped outside my kitchen door onto the deck. After just two steps, I turned around and came back to keep from sliding to the ground. A layer of thin ice covered everything, turning roads into slip-n-slides, sidewalks into skating rinks and even handrails into makeshift banana peels.
I was testing the ground because I was supposed to drive the McCook High School team to North Platte for a swim practice. With the YMCA pool under construction this season, all our practices and meets are on the road. Every minute we can get in the water is important but the safety of the swimmers and coaches was more important so we stayed home.
The ability to stay home was a luxury we had, especially since it was just a practice session. But it was just another twist on the road we have faced this season and not the first time we have had to say “this too shall pass.”
This entire season is a “this too shall pass.” We are fortunate to even have a swim season at all, as the alternative would have just been to cancel the season this year.
Next year, we will be back in a brand new pool at the YMCA so when people ask how we are handling this season, I just say “this too shall pass.”
My mother would regularly say to me “this too shall pass” whenever something got me flustered, helping to get the situation into perspective. Ultimately, we just have to deal with each situation as it presents itself.
And there has been a lot to deal with so far. We are fortunate that the high school and YMCA worked so hard to get alternative sites with pools lined up for meets and practices, as well as the other locations willing to host our teams.
We tell ourselves that this is only for one year and that this too shall pass. We have to make the best of this season and we are doing that.
Without a home pool, we have arranged for our seniors to be honored at a home basketball game. We will still hand out little rubber ducks to heat winners during our “home” meet in North Platte.
And because we arrive home just in time to do some homework and get to bed, dinner on the bus is now a regular thing. Thanks to parents supporting the meals, we’ve had everything from bierocs to breakfast on the bus.
I’m grateful for the meals but also thankful that this “too shall pass” when I decide to have chili for supper and the roaster tipping over as the bus turned a corner. Let’s just say I was thankful the chili was still in giant ziploc bags and the only mishap was a broken handle on the roaster rather than chili oozing down the aisle of the bus.
While I won’t miss all the hours and miles on the road, I’ll actually miss a few things about the season.
I’ve come to enjoy seeing the sunset every night on the drive home. Coming over the hill between Eustis and Farnam just as the sun is setting, casting a red glow that almost makes the skyline look like it is on fire.
I’ve come to enjoy the kids boarding the bus after practice and immediately asking “what’s for dinner?” and the thankfulness they express to have food ready to go.
I’ve even come to enjoy making it through the deer herd 20 miles north of McCook without hitting one - yet.
Because I know this “too shall pass” soon enough and we’ll return to our regular routine. And years from now, we’ll look back and say, “remember when we had to drive an hour just to get to a pool” or “remember when we had to haul tons of food on and off the bus.” Or “remember when we had no pool, but it was no problem” because we knew “this too shall pass.”
As we dive headfirst into the holiday season (yes, this is a blatant pool reference) and get overwhelmed by all there is to do from presents to food, take a moment to stop and reflect and remember that this “too shall pass.”












