He has the ball.
And a chance to tie the game.
I can feel his heart racing, and his energy.
Only like a mom can.
Audrey and I sitting at the bleachers.
Kip with video camera in hand.
Just like that.
He shoots.
and
He misses.
I want to run on the court. Scoop him in my arms. Tell him "it's okay".
But I can't. And there goes the playoff game. And he feels terrible. And I feel his pain.
I tell him it can happen to anyone. It can. How proud I am, and how much help he was to his team.
But right about now, I don't think there is anything I can say to comfort him.
I wish there was another way to learn this lesson.
The lesson of loosing.
Sometimes, we give it all we've got and still.... we loose.
And still life goes on. And new games. And new chances.
We try, we give it our all. Always.
Sometimes we win. Sometimes we loose.
*how do you talk loosing with your kids?
2 comments:
So beautifully expressed. I think playing sports is a wonderful way to learn the lesson of losing and not dwelling on it.
Agreed with Unknown Mami. Sports are a good way to learn some lessons about life. There's a quote I have in my boys bedroom. It's a photo of a soccer ball in front of a goal, with the sun shining just so, and the quote says, "Football [soccer] is the best model of real life... You'll always have another chance to win."
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