Often, I pretend I know what I am doing as a parent. I don't want to freak Brian out with the thought that his mother spends time thinking, "Holy shi* now what??"
I frequently believe our children teach us about life and how it should be lived. Tonight was the awards night after the final games of the basketball season. Brian's team came in third after a stunning loss in the last split second of the game. Up to this point they were tied for second in the league.
This was his first time at basketball and he played with such fearlessness that it took my breath away. He went into a sport he knew nothing about and kept up with kids who played since they were 4. He never once complained about any of it - not the time on the bench - not the fouls or missed shots.
In fact, all the kids played brazenly tough games while still respecting each other. I often wonder if they were really the adults and us adults were really the kids. During one game it hit me like a brick to the head ... the kids love what they are doing. This is what bliss looks like. When did I forget?
There in the middle of their fun, and Brian's bravery I realize I lost touch with seeking experiences which make me feel passionate for the pursuit of a goal. When did THAT happen? Maybe the thyroid meds are really making the difference in my life. My mother swears I've become the girl she remembers from high school - curious, interested, learning and passionate about life. I suppose I am like Rip Van Winkle, finally waking up after a 20 year nap.
I've decided to view these children (and my son) as models for a road map to manifest experiences which bring joy, pride and sense of belonging. Now, don't get me wrong, being a mother to this fun kid is a blessing and provides many wonderful adventures, but I am talking about my career and what I am going to do with the rest of my life.
No ... I am NOT going to play basketball.
I'd hurt someone and starve to death...
However ... I am exploring doing what brings me joy and my circumstances have already begun to change. Brian sits above displaying the medal he earned for attempting something he never tried before. He should wear it proud.
And I am following his lead.
Until next time-
C
PS. This basketball league is a long held dream of a pastor that wanted to build a gym, form a league to get kids off the street and teach sportsmanship. It costs $5.00 for the season (this can be waived), the kids keep their shirts and are handed awards at the end. There are both boys and girls leagues and open gym pick up games on the weekends. To look at what this man's dream has created is an inspiration to the fact there is always more we can do to make this world a better place.
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