We Might Not Wear the Headsets, But God Gave Us a Role Just As Big
12 Years, 7 Moves, 5 Schools, 2 Kids, and a Whole Lotta Football
Adam and I will celebrate 12 years of marriage this August. TWELVE. I swear we blinked and here we are.
In those 12 years, we’ve packed up and moved 7 houses, adapted to 5 different schools, served thousands of athletes, switched out five sets of school colors, welcomed two beautiful kiddos, and navigated more staff changes than I can count. If you know, you know.
And yet… every single year when summer starts winding down and the sound of whistles returns to the morning air, I get that same little flutter in my stomach.
A quiet yes in my spirit.
It’s time.
Friday Night Lights Hits Different
I don’t care how long you’ve been a coach’s wife—there’s just nothing like the return of Friday Night Lights. You either get it, or you don’t.
It’s the buzz in the stadium, the flags waving in the stands, the grinding of teeth on the sidelines, the pre-game butterflies, and the coaches—like my husband—up in the press box, eyes locked in, pulse racing with every single snap.
It’s the Hail Mary’s.
The inches-short-on-4th-down plays.
The game-winning touchdowns.
The sting of the losses that stick with you through the weekend.
The late-night pajama rides home, sticky kids in the back seat, all fast food and sweat and sleepy grins.
It’s Texas high school football, y’all. And we LIVE for this.
From Summer’s End to Season’s Start
If I’m being honest? I need the time between the last down of fall and the first early morning whistle of two-a-days to reset. Mentally. Emotionally. Even spiritually.
Because this life is beautiful, yes—but it can be exhausting.
And yet… here we are.
Every year, like clockwork, I find myself ready again.
Excited.
Eager.
Expectant.
This year feels different. Deeper. Like I’m rooted in something steady—a school that genuinely feels like family. That kind of culture? It doesn’t just happen… but when it does, it changes everything.
The “In-Season Single Mom” Club
Let’s just say it: being a coach’s wife is hard.
There’s no way around it. There are days you feel invisible. Days you feel like a single mom with your husband living at the fieldhouse. (Shoutout to the Coach Widow Crew—you’re my people.)
But let me tell you what makes all the difference…
Finding other women who get it.
Other wives who are in it too. Who show up with the extra snacks. Who cheer on your babies. Who know what it means when you say, “He won’t be home ‘til after film.”
Sisterhood in this life is everything.
A Word for the Fans in the Stands
Before we wrap, let me just gently say this—especially as we all gear up for another season…
To the fans: we love you. We need you. Your cheers, your energy, your support—huge.
But please remember, these coaches are building more than football players.
They’re building men. They’re pouring into your sons. Showing them how to lead, how to be disciplined, how to rise after a fall.
And truth be told? During football season, your son’s coach might be spending more time with him than even his own kids get at home.
So next time you want to yell about a call? Just… take a breath.
And maybe say a prayer instead.
Because I promise you, these men are doing Kingdom work, even if it’s disguised in cleats and clipboards.
To the Wives
Whether this is your first season, your 15th or your 25th…
Whether you’re at your dream school or still trying to find your people…
Whether you’re feeling strong or hanging on by a thread…
You are not alone.
I know you.
I see you.
I am you.
Tonight, as the lights go down and the alarm clocks are set for way too early, I hope you can pause just long enough to take it in.
You’ve made it to another season.
And that, my friend, is no small thing.
Here’s to the grind.
Here’s to the long car rides home.
Here’s to the candy grabs during high-stress plays.
Here’s to the impromptu high fives in the stands.
Here’s to the goosebumps under the Friday Night Lights.
Here’s to the whispered prayers behind sunglasses.
Here’s to the pajama rides home with tired kids in the backseat.
Here’s to passing babies down the row so Mama can catch a breather.
Here’s to the after-game celebrations.
Here’s to the laughs, the losses, and the lessons.
Here’s to our husbands, who need us just as much as we need them.
Here’s to strong women who hold it all down in the background.
Here’s to another season—may it stretch us, shape us, and remind us why we started.
Now get some rest—we’ve got a new season starting tomorrow, and it’ll be a while before we exhale.
“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.” — Isaiah 40:31
Until next time on Her Hudl...
Faith-first. Heart-open. And real as ever.
With love,
Brooke 🤍
