let
me disclaim here, my kids choose to play basketball, they have fun
doing it, they want to. some are more in love with the sport than their
siblings, but they still all choose basketball as their physical
activity. I am a big fan of the team comrade it gives them, learning
from different coaches, playing with different groups, making new
friends not just those they go to school with. basketball has provided
so many benefits for them , that is my disclaimer.
basketball
try out season has not always been the best time of year for me, hence
the reason why I say it is the most wonderful time of the year, for
some. I have been on both sides of the basketball try outs. I have one
kid that excels, loves it, always gets picked for the team and I have
another kid that kind of cares, could take it or leave it but wants to
make the team if asked. I have been told by college coaches how amazing
my kid is and I have been told by college coaches my kid has zero
potential, so literally I have been on every side of the try out
gauntlet.
while
this year so far my girls have made the team, I have sat waiting,
hitting refresh on the website that publishes the roster to see the
results. I know that heartache that comes with hearing your kid just
isn't there yet or so many that tried out, scanning the list
over and over hoping you missed a name. I have cried countless tears, I
just wanted that team setting, be a part of the team opportunity for my
kid but was told they were not good enough. I am a mom, I want what is
best for them I know the sadness of my kid being cut and younger kids
making the team, I know the sadness of my kid being the younger kid that
has made the older team, there is sadness that comes with that too. my
kid has been told why they shouldn't be on a team by parents who are
upset their kid didn't make it and I have had my kid congratulated for
it. so I get it, I understand it.
while
I am super proud of my girl who works so hard at the sport she loves, I
prepare her for the adversity that comes along with it. at the same
time I prep myself, that maybe this year is not the year a coach is
going to see the potential in my son. I mean, clearly, I know he is
going to be a 6'8", left handed stud, but not everyone can see that
potential. :)
but
what it comes down to, really, is my kids have 2 legs that allow them
to run up and down the court, strong lungs that keep them breathing
through the drills, arms to shoot and hands to catch (maybe to catch)
and the ability to take criticism and accept feedback. when they make
the team and when they don't, I still have the gift of being their mom
and picking them up if they are down and celebrating with them.
basketball
may make up 12 months of the year in my house, and people think I am
nuts for what we put into it, but it is so much more than basketball,
just as the hash tag says. basketball has given us some of the best
memories as a family, the most amounts of joy and sadness, the most
amount of together time, the most amounts of 1:1 time, the most fights
in the driveway, the most fights in the bleachers but way more fun and
laughter that out weighs the bad.
I'm looking forward to another successful, good and bad season ahead of us.
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